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The brownies were delicious and strong. It did not take long till we were making out like two people who had just hooked up at a bar. I couldn't remember the last time we had such a hot make out session. I felt a primal urgency to have him in me was unimaginable. He laid back into the couch and as I sucked his tongue that was invading my mouth I struggled to undo his pants and return to his cock. Finally released I grabbed it and sucked hard on the head while David closed his eyes and moaned loudly. I put myself into position and deep throated the whole thing holding down as long as I could. David wrapped his hands around my head and pushed himself down my throat as hard as he could. Pushing himself at least an inch farther down my throat he leaned forward, stretched out his arm and grabbed for my ass. He hooked is middle finger into me forcibly causing me to gasp. Choking on his cock now, I jerked back, a long string of viscous saliva extended from my mouth to his cock. We were connected. I leaned in to reclaim my spit and his precum, once again taking him into my mouth. After a few more minutes he removed himself from my mouth and got up off of the couch, turning to get behind me. I moved forward leaning on the couch as he startled me from behind and made his entry into my waiting hole. GOD, did that feel good. The brief wait had been good, but I missed that dick. He slowly sank all seven inches into me then positioned himself and leaned on top of me interlocking my arms and holding his hands clasped on the back of my neck. Slowly he moved his dick in and out of me. Each motion sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body. I was my turn to moan. I must remember to thank Patrick for the brownies. I am far from virginal but it felt just as good as the first time ever could have. It felt just as good as the fuck when I knew without a doubt that I was a bottom. David got off my back and started slamming it home, I cried out partly from pain but mostly from pleasure. He breath was quickening and his moans becoming increasingly audible I knew he would cum soon. "I'm gonna cum." he moaned confirming my thoughts. "Yeah baby, cum in me." "Yeah. I'm cumming..." He grabbed my hips and plunged into me cumming as deeply as he could. I don't know how much cum he had pent up but he came for such a long time. Moaning and slow fucking me the whole time, it was quite reassuring for a bottom. His moans subsided and with a last heavy breath he pulled himself from be once again lurched forward over me to sit on the couch. I shifted over to where he reclined and started cleaning his cock and became vaguely aware that there was someone else in the room. "Now that is a welcome home I love to receive." It was Patrick of course, and he was laughing. I was startled by his presence and had stopped sucking David. I looked at Patrick as I still held Davids deflating cock for a minute then turned to David. Our eyes met as I looked to him thinking what do I do?. "Suck." Was all David said. And so I sucked...

David and I had been in a relationship for three and a half years before Patrick moved in with us. While we bareback each other since that how we prefer sex, we are also open, so we play safe with other guys. I am generally the bottom and David the top. Through experimentation we found that switching roles just did not work out best between us. We have had several three-ways and have also had some slight participation in group sex, but again just didn’t work out very well. With this background in mind, on to the main story. David noticed an ad on Craigslist posted by a guy looking to rent a room. As we had one available, and didn't mind the prospects of some additional income, we responded and eventually Patrick moved in. Patrick was a fairly good looking man, but honestly not overly attractive. He had a great face, a great body, a great ass, and a great package, but he definitely wasn’t a pretty boy and he also wasn’t a chiseled Adonis. He was a man the way men should be. He and David immediately hit it off, becoming fast friends. Patrick and I, on the other hand, did not. The relationship between Patrick and me consisted of exchanging pleasantries and awkward smiles with idle chit chat. Still I found myself wanting to fuck him. A few weeks after Patrick had moved in I was in the laundry room folding laundry when they came in and sat down in the living room and started talking. The laundry room is off the living room so I could hear everything they said. It was during this conversation that Patrick revealed to David that he was HIV positive. He also mentioned that he would rather David not tell me. Why? Who knows, only Patrick does. But now I was stuck, I had folded the laundry and needed to leave but didn’t want them to know I had overheard because Patrick didn’t want me to know. Then I noticed a set of earbuds in the trashcan that I had discarded since I had accidentally washed them and, of course, they no longer worked. I pulled them from the trash, plugged them into my phone and pretended to be listening to music when I opened the laundry door. I smiled when I saw them, pretending to have no idea they had come in. As I pulled the earbuds from my ears I glanced at Patrick's crotch and thought to myself Good Lord! He was sitting there legs spread and right in the middle of his crotch, under the zipper of those oh-so-tight jeans was a huge mound of bulging meat that could make a straight man's mouth water. I snapped my head away and made small talk with David and Patrick, but mostly with David, until I could finally make my get away to the bedroom. Months later, as summer progressed, the southern heat was turned on HIGH and so was David. Now, David has got a good supply of dick: he’s seven inches long and five inches thick. I like to think that as a bottom I’d be able to take the marathon fantasy of a dozen well hung fantasy studs, but to be real, (1) it is not likely to happen and, (2), it ain’t ever gonna happen. But after three weeks of nightly two hour sessions I desperately needed a night off. I expressed this to David and he was more than accommodating, saying I'd have a two-day break in sex, and on the third night we’d have 'special' night. Which brought us to the night in question. We went to an early movie then had a nice dinner out, and met with a few friends after dinner for a few drinks before heading home. I had a few drinks, David had none which was fortunate because he was driving. It was also fortunate because while he was drove I intended to suck his cock. He pulled out of the drive and I undid my buckle and slid my seat all the way back. As our car didn't have a center console, I knelt on the floor, raised his armrest, and went for his crotch. Commando for a reason boys, I’m just saying. I had his fly down and cock out in no time at all, and in even less time had it in my mouth. Now, my deep-throating capabilities are great, and, since there was a fair amount of room to maneuver since there wasn't a console, still it wasn't the best position to perform in. Even so, I love sucking cock. I love having a guy's flaccid cock in my mouth and feeling it stiffen-up as I nurse it, and with David it didn’t take long before I had to bob up and down a bit, enjoying the taste of his cock as my tongue slid up and down the shaft. I love the challenge of getting a cock as far down my throat as is possible, and I also the taste of precum mixing with my spit. What more can I say? I love the taste of cock, especially David's cock. It was a twenty minute drive from the restaurant to the house, and during the entire trip his cock never left my mouth. When we arrived at the house, David put the SUV in park and I made sure to that his cock was a dry as it could be before tucking it back inside his pants, thinking to myself that I couldn’t wait to get back inside and finish working out that load. We walked through the front door and there on the side table was a plain white box. “Patrick left us some special brownies,” David said with a grin, adding "he’ll be back later.” “Well then. We better get started.”

OK so Mr. Craigslist and I met another 3 or 4 times over the duration of my stay, the routine was almost the exact same every time, and I got to know him as a very nice and generous guy. However, I thought seeing as I'm in New York I should try something I never done before. Go to a gay bar. Now I wouldn't have ever considered myself part of the gay scene, I never went to a gay bar, don't dance to club music, and never listened to Liza Minnelli. Just not my thing. I also had a misconception about this being the kind of audience a gay bar caters to, shame on me. I'm not effeminate and don't look for that in a sexual partner. Every hook-up I've ever had up until this point had been organised online. Using the internet, I decided to look for any bars in the city that'd cater to my interest generally older, bear/daddy types(at least that's what it was at that time) and found Ty's. This sounds good, this'll be my first place to visit. Well, to say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. I must have walked past the place 3 or 4 times before I went in, I was terrified. Go figure, the guy who wasn't nervous in the slightest to meet a stranger from craigslist is scared to go into a bar full of people in a well lit street. Whatever the logic, this was the case. But I built up the courage put my head down and walked in. TY's Ty's is a small neighbourhoodly bar on Christopher's street that generally caters to older clientèle, everything about it is great. Friendly staff, customers, funny and welcoming locals and in a perfect location, Greenwich Village. I went in on a Wednesday, quite night, so it wouldn't be too over whelming. I went up to the bar where there was a free stool in between a bear and a daddy(perfect position ) The bear immediately introduced himself to me and made reference to what I was wearing, not being appropriate. I had only a jacket and it was freezing outside, it must have been the end of March, but it was cold as hell. I didn't have a big coat to pack with me because Ireland's version of hot and cold, is probably mild in America. Luckily the bar was nice and toasty, but even if it hadn't been. Mr. Bear began rubbing my arms and shoulders. "Tanks" I said dropping the (h) from "Thank You" as us Irish often do. "You're Irish?". Suddenly a few people turned away from the TV to talk to me. They noticed I was the youngest in the bar by a good few years, many began asking me questions like "Are you lost?" as well as telling me about bars where there were people more my age group. I'm 25, but I started to feel like a little kid. I was getting all this attention for the first time, never quite had it before. It was great! I engage as many people as I could in conversation but I was really being bombarded by these lovely people. "This is God's waiting room, you know that?" I laughed at this remark. It had come from the Daddy to my right. Short white hair and a grey goatee, broad but short, friendly and funny. We chatted for a while about an assortment of topics before it got to sex. We talked about what we were both into and he called himself a bit of a pig. I had a hard time picturing this because the guy I was talking to seemed quite sweet. He mentioned The Eagle as being a place to go if I was looking for sex "or there's always my apartment" he said jokingly. "Ok" I said, I could tell he was taken aback slightly. I don't think he expected me to be quite so up for sex. We finished our drinks and caught a taxi heading to his place. His apartment was big and expensive looking, near the financial district towards the south of the Island. We went into his room and he took his shirt off and to my surprise I had realised he had been hiding a rather muscular physique. I felt as if I should be doing some push-ups or something. Then after whipping his boots and socks he beckons me over "C'mere boy" his tone of voice had changed completely, no longer was he a happy-go-lucky bar goer, he sounded gravelly and ready to pounce. I walk over and knelt down in from of the bulge behind those jeans. He unzipped, takes out his cock, and I greet it with a kiss immediately. He puts one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the top of my head and begins to guide my face closer and closer, until his cock is in my throat and my nose is inside his jeans, buried in his fresh pubes. Then he starts to thrust. The callouses on his hand(presumably from lifting weights) rub against the back of my neck and make me tingle, I remember that feeling like it was yesterday. I'm forever remembering little quirks like that, those are things I tend to enjoy most. At this point he's thrusting his hips forward, I'm swallowing back spit and massaging his cock head at the same time, he seems to enjoy that. After a while of fucking my face he takes his jeans off and lies back on the bed. "Lick Daddy's ass boy" I oblige, it's one of my favourite activities, his hole smells clean but it's sweaty. I imagine him sitting on that bar stool for all those hours and me cleaning Daddy's sweat, and making him feel good. I take turns licking his ass and sucking his cock and balls, using my tongue like a blind man's stick. Never lifting it from his skin. "Yeah boy, you daddy's little pig?" I nod "Uh huh" is all I can mumble with a mouth full of dick. "Get on yer back" I lay on my back. He yanks me by both ankles so my ass is in the air and I'm all folded up "Mmm hmm" He squeezes my ass cheeks while stretching them apart, then he spits on my hole. At this point I'm in heaven, his strength really impressed me, where did this beast come from? He stand on the bed and mounts me, I hold his ankles for balance. His cock plunges down into my hole, one dip, all the way to the balls. It hurts enough to take my breath away. "Take it" I think, he's in so the worst is over. Then he transforms from a human man with sex on his mind, into a fucking jackhammer. This guy's hips had a motor in them, I'm convinced! He fucked me like he was drilling for oil, I got shivers, I felt sick, then I felt like I was going to cum. Thank God his cock was average in size, because any bigger and he'd have split me in two. After about two or three minutes of him pounding my guts, he switches my over to doggy, and continues at the same pace. He had some stamina. He hooked me in some kind of full nelson and let me have it, then noise and feeling of his balls slapping my ass was incredible. "Where do you want me to come boy?" "Where ever you want" I reply in a shallow breath. He pulled out, came on my hole, then stuffed it back in to squeeze out the last few drops. Fantastic. I fell asleep in his arms. Stonewall What an odd night this was. I had been to Ty's a few times now and was making friends with the locals. "Why don't you check out Stonewall?" says a new acquaintance. "Why not?" I thought, I had already been briefed on it's history and it's only down the street. So I go down to see what all the fuss is about. Stonewall is a lot closer to what my preconceived idea of a gay bar was, tacky music, flaming queens all that jazz. I sit up at the bar. The barman, a middle-aged very touchy, very friendly man serves me a beer, and popcorn of all things. I started chatting to a guy who tells me he's an author. If I had a dollar for every author I met in New York. He kind of looked like Val Kilmer actually. Anyway after a drink or two, the barman is pushing us closer together, forcing our heads towards each other trying to make us kiss, which we do. As we are making out the barman puts Val's hand on my cock through my jeans. "This is so odd" I thought, I had heard of barmen playing cupid, but it was as if he was looking for a show. I ask him if he want's to hook up. He tells me he can't as he has a boyfriend. I'm not fussed as he isn't really my type. He leaves. I finish my drink and think of doing the same after I head to the toilet. when I get back there are two girls beside my chair I go to pick up my jacket. One of the girls(very attractive) pinches my cheek "You're so hot, I wish you weren't gay" she says in a funny accent(they were both french canadian) "I'm not" I replied with a lightning quickness. I'm bisexual, so technically I was telling the truth, with a slight omission in order to get me laid somehow. I hit it off with these two girls and before I knew it, it was closing time. They invite me back to there hotel and tell me they have beer. YES! I'm excited to see where this goes but confused at the same time. Am I getting into a threesome here? "This'll be a good story for the boys back at home" I think. By the time we got outside to get a taxi, two guys had joined us. I have no idea where they came from, they didn't know each other, my only guess is they also met the girls at some stage in the night. One guy was skinny tanned, Italian American looking late 20's very charismatic. He lived here, the rest of us were tourists, the other guy was a clean cut Norwegian guy, who had his eye on the girl I was hitting it off with. He had no chance I thought. She was really giving me the signs. Anyway for whatever reason they were part of the group now, so we all hopped a cab back to their place. When we get to the hotel room, I'm surprised by how small it was, I didn't know they had rooms this small in Manhattan, One double bed and an en suite. "How is this going to work?" I thought, I began imagining some orgy of sorts. I start with the kissing and heavy petting of the french canuck, not concerned with what the others are doing(drinking and talking). I get tapped on the shoulder, the skinny dude(lets call him slim) wants a word with me in the bathroom. I walk in. He closes the door "Hey man, check out those girls" he says as he confidently whips out a bag of cocaine. WTF? He does a line off of the sink and offers me one. I decline. At this point the girls open the bathroom door and are livid. They tell us the party is over and kick us out. I'm in shock, the whole event happens so fast and is so bizarre. Who are these idiots and how did they come to ruin my chances. As we are leaving the hotel. Slim leans into me and says "You fuck guys too right?". What?? How did he know? What a presumptuous thing to ask. He seemed unfazed by the whole thing, maybe it was the coke. I answer "yeah"; "Cool, I know a place we can go". It got weirder. As we are walking to this place Slim spoke of, which was only a few blocks from the girl's hotel room. Our Norwegian friend(Johan) asks what we're doing, Slim turns around and tells him out straight what's happening, not only that he asks "Are you down?" "Yes sure" Johan replies! What Are you kidding me!?! Did I just go from having a potential threesome with two straight girls, to having a threesome with two guys, is this real life? What are the odds? We get to the second hotel room of a very seedy building in which Slim seems to know the guy at reception, this seems like a sex place. I wonder how many times Slim has done this. He's very coked up at this stage. The room is bigger than the girls' room, haha. Johan wants to know who has condoms, Slim says "It's fine, it's fine." I don't offer up my ass, I have a strange feeling about Slim. We all strip and Slim's cock is a piece of work, thick, long and veiny as fuck. It drew me in like a magnet, I start to suck on it. He's impressed by my deep throat skills, he has a nice thick black bush that I start to get wet. I can here him and Johan making out and I'm on cock duty. "You wanna give me that ass?" Slim says to Johan, "yeah baby" he answers. Slim turns on the TV, straight porn is playing. This is definitely a sex place. Johan gets on all fours on the bed, he's a hairless twink, def not my type, but objectionably very attractive. Slim pushes his monster cock into his asshole, as Johan sucks on my dick. It's hot to watch, but he can only accommodate just over half of the cock, I doubt I'd have been able to take much more if I'd have volunteered. Slim makes due and begins the fucking. Johan's blowjob skills aren't the best so I move to the back of Slim and begin rimming him as he's fucking Johan. He loves it! He lets out a moan and puts his arms behind his head to relax as we treat him like a king. Slim slowly pulls his cock out of Johan, it's clean as a whistle. "Come here come here" he tells us, we both start sucking and caressing his cock, and making out with each other around his dick head. "Aww fuck yeah" Slim is in heaven. It doesn't take much jerking for him to blow a thick load in my mouth, it tastes nice but I don't swallow. I look to Johan, Slim asks him "you snowball?" Unfortunately Johan refused, I was game. Slim shrugs dips two of his fingers into my open mouth then tastes his cum on them. "MMmm that's it, swallow my load" I gulp it down. We go to bed tangled up in each other, kissing every no and again before falling asleep. I awake in the morning with an arm around Johan, Slim has up and left. The place looks sleazier in the daytime than it did at night. Johan awakes and immediately without prompting start to take care of my morning wood. He does a much better job this time. I finish by jerking off into his mouth, he lets it run out of his mouth. I find it hot. We clean up leave the hotel and go our separate ways. I'm not exactly feeling good about the night before, it was just too weird, and I was really up for a threesome with those girls. But as far as consolation prizes go, this wasn't half bad. Nowhere This was another place a guy from Ty's suggested it was close enough to Union Square and are I was familiar with, so decided to see what it was all about, after all at this point I was a gay bar convert. Much bigger than Ty's but not as queeny as Stonewall and I'm thinking this place could be just right. I order a beer and head down to the pool table at the back of the bar, it's a lot darker than the previous two places and the ceiling is quite low, giving it a claustrophobic quality. After a game of pool with a nice man named Ricardo I went back up to the bar to sit and watch. And older man next to me was trying to strike up a conversation with me, however he was very drunk and I had a hard time understanding him. He seemed to speak in metaphors as if he was trying to be mysterious, but it was really missing the mark. I was getting frustrated with him until someone who was sat on his other side basically told him he's had too much too drink. A tall black man who was standing behind me made a joke about this situation, and we started talking. His name was Bruce. He was very smooth handsome, black dreadlocks(short) with a black goatee, well dressed, and very manly. We hit it off, he asked if I wanted to come outside for a smoke. I don't smoke, but joined him anyway because he was hot. I was really enjoying this new way of meeting guys, the spontaneity of it all bet scrolling the internet for a guy who might no show when you're supposed to meet. This was cool, different. "We should grab some beers and head back to my place, I'm just around the corner" That was fine with me, if he insists. He led the way. We got to his and put on some music. "You want a hit?" he said as he held up a little glass pipe with pot in it. Usually it does nothing for me, but I was in the mood to mix it with sex and see if I'd enjoy it more. This would be a nice of first incidentally. First time being with a black man, first time mixing pot and sex. Boy did it work a charm. As everything began to tingle we started to make-out for the first time that night. His tongue was thick, wet and knew its way around. So did his hands, guiding my hands to where he wanted them, his crotch, his neck, up his shirt to feel his skin. My head is feeling light at this point and his takes of my shirt and pants, rolls me back and begins to use his talented tongue on my ass. It feels delightful. He has a long tongue. My ass opened like it was taking a dick. He moans with his tongue buried in my ass, that deep moan vibrates my whole body. Is this the pot, or is this man made of silk? "Come here suck my dick for a while" Yes sir, one of my favourite activities. I pulled down his pants as he took his top off. I peel down his underwear, wow. A nice fat uncut cock, nothing surprising, but big none the less. I wrap my lips around it and breath in. There is a very strong smell of sweat from his dick and balls, very enticing. I suck it down and massage the head with my throat, I try to stick my tongue out to lick the balls at the same time, it makes me gag. "MMMMMNNNYEAH That's so fuckin hot" He likes it when I gag, knowing that makes him feel good I position his cock at an angle, so that when he pushes his dick down it hits my gag reflex. Now he's in control of when he wants to gag me. He has fun with this as I can hold my breath for quite some time. He says he want's my ass. He goes for the natural lube, simply spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock before inserting it into my hungry ass. I was expecting pain, this was another first, first time fucking without lube. To my surprise it didn't hurt one bit. Although his cock was quite large, it was soft, not flacid, but spongy. It felt amazing going in. He starts to fuck me on his couch. I'm bent over the arm of the couch while he stands, a position he dictated. He fucked good, not too fast not to slow and getting that nice pop pop pop sound on every thrust. Before long, we were both laying on the couch, on our sides, me with one leg in the air him drilling deep. The pace was picking up. I was rubbing his body all over. I like to get quite tactile, unless the guy isnt into it, then I'm just as easily happy being used like an inanimate object. He liked the touch. He were both now covered in a thin later of sweat, I was enjoying rubbing the sweat off of his body onto my face, covering myself in his scent. That strong sweat. I could feel that he was approaching climax, so I pushed against his thrusts to milk that cum from him. He grabs my hips and lets out a loud moan as he pumps one into me. We lay on the couch for a while, with his dick still in my, twitching every so often. I could lay like this for a long time. He pulls his cock out of me and jokingly pushes me off of the couch to the floor. As if to say "I'm done with you, cumdump" what he actually says is "Lets go to bed" Laying in bed I feel nicely stoned and satisfied, I'm ready to go to sleep. "Turn over" I turn over. "Stay still". Ok. He slides his dick into again. How he has the energy is beyond me. He starts to go for it, holding my hips and fucking my still body. I start to breath heavily, a few small moans and groans escape me. "Ssshh play dead, play dead" "Wow, this is hot" I think. I go limp and play dead like he says. He fucks another load into my lifeless body, much more aggressively than last time, although it doesn't hurt at all. I could fall asleep like this. If I wasn't so horny. We kiss a little before nodding off. I saw him two more times before the trip was over. If this is what gay bars were like, I've been really missing out.

Pitt1988: There is more to your friend's story than he's telling you. People don't go from undetectable to treatment failure in a few months without some other factor(s) causing the issue. Problems with adherence would be my chief suspect. Reinfection seems unlikely. Exposure to the same guy he caught the bug from would do nothing. Exposure to other people could only happen if he wasn't taking the ARVs. Even then, it's usually only one or a few viron that make it past all the bodies defences to set up shop. His own strain would overwhelm the new invaders. High blood pressure is really only associated with the protease inhibitor class of drug. Most first line regimes these days do not include the PI class because of their higher side effect profiles, so I doubt your friend was started on those. If he caught a multi-drug resistant strain, the doctor might have needed to resort to the PI class, but it seems unlikely. I know I always freak a bit when I have a nose bleed or a cut. I'm sure as a Neg guy that probably freaked you out too. If it's becoming a chronic problem, your friend should see an Ear, Nose, & Throat specialist. Vitamin K (and I really do mean vitamin K - NOT the recreational drug ketamine) can help with lessening nose bleeds. I don't mean to cast aspersions on your friend, but is he possibly snorting something? That might explain the high blood pressure, nose bleeds, and ARV adherence issues. Did he spill some poppers up his nose? Just casting around for ideas here. The question about Truvada and lipodystrophy comes up often in the PrEP Facts Facebook group. We've got more than then years of experience with Poz guys taking Truvada without that issue. With the studies we've got about five years with Neg guys on PrEP, and no reports of it. It's one of those Scary stories the anit-PrEP folks like to spread. Bottomhole: With the horror stories of the past, it's hard not to worry about side effects. Bearbandit and I have been on the meds for about 25 years. We were eye witnesses to those bad times. Some of the early drugs, especially at the massive overdoses they used back then, did cause lipodystrophy. It's just not something we see on the current generation ARVs. I've talked to many people just starting therapy and they have experienced no side effects, or some mild gut trouble for the first few weeks. When you mentally and emotionally ready to commit to taking the meds every day, I urge you to start them. If you need to chat about making the decision, and what to expect, both Steve and I will make ourselves available. Paraphrasing FDR, you have nothing to fear, but fear itself. (Yea, I know I'm volunteer you Bear, but I know you would do it without asking.)

just keep barebacking boys, only way for boys/men to fuck in these times. relax and enjoy!

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

“Come on in boys,” Patrick said, his cock in my mouth preventing my from turning around, “for the first time in his life this hot hole is taking all loads, no questions asked. So long as you’ve got a dick to cum with there’s only one rule, all loads get shot inside his hole.” “Hell yes!” said a strange voice and I felt a fat cock press against my hole and then slide in with almost no difficulty. I moaned around Patrick’s cock. How had he known? How had he known that this is what I needed: to be filled by cock after cock after cock and that I would never be truly happy just taking loads from one man. The stranger sank balls deep without any problem and began to pound away without any concern for my comfort. It was perfect. I could hear other men muttering encouragements to him behind me, but Patrick kept me from seeing them. When I asked him later why he did that, he told me that it was part of me accepting who I am, to willingly take loads from men I’d never see. Cum was frothing out of my hole and running down my crack till it dripped off my balls and onto the floor, already my ass was so full, and I guessed from the voices that there were at lest four guys lined up to use my hole, but I needed more. “You ready to take my load cumdump?” I tried to respond to the question but Patrick was still slow fucking my throat so my words came out as just a vague gargle. “Yeah take my charge up seed.” I could feel the ribbons of cum shooting into my hole like a flood and I relished the moment. Spurt after spurt the anonymous stranger unloaded; then, no sooner had he finished did he pulled out to make way for the next person. I didn’t have to wait for long however, it seemed the guys behind me were jerking off because not two seconds later a rock hard cock was again knocking at my back door. Things continued like this for a long while. After some time Partick shot a load down my throat and then climbed off the table, and with him gone I suppose I could have looked at the tops breeding me but somehow I just didn’t see why it mattered. One of them could have been the Elephant Man himself and I still would have taken his load. I lost track of how many tops there were, I know that when Patrick spunked in my throat that I was taking my seventh anonymous cock, but after that I had no clue. The cum was now spilling from my hole like an over full milk pail sloshing all over the place. It ran down my legs and covered my balls and cock. The whole room smelled like men and sex. If my used up hole wasn’t enough for David to figure out what happened then the smell certainly would be. Just as the sunlight started to peek through the kitchen window a new top grabbed my hair hard and sank his cock inside of me. I pushed my sloppy dripping hole back at him, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He pulled my hair till I was forced to stand up right my back pressed to his torso, and a whispered in my ear, “Patrick certainly was right about you.” It was David. David was using my hole just like all those other men. It was perfect. “This is how your hole is supposed to be. Dripping spunk. I bet you took every load you could get tonight and didn’t even think about the consequences.” He slammed his dick into me hard accenting his point, “Patrick’s POZ and you took his load I bet several of the loads you have in your dripping wet hole are POZ.” “I know that Patrick’s POZ. I know it and I still begged him for his load, and I’ll happily take any load he has for me ever.” “Hell yes you will. Fuck it’s gonna feel so good to add my load to this mix,” David held me tight and pressed his cock in a little deeper depositing yet another load into my guts. The he pushed me back onto the table like he had found me and went back to our bedroom without saying a word. Now it was Patrick’s turn again. “Get up on your back on the table and grab your ankles I wanna watch your face as I breed you again.” When I was on the table and Patrick was inside me again I marveled at how the night before I had struggled to enjoy his cock at first and now I felt nothing but bliss. It didn’t take long for Patrick to shoot another load inside of me. And true to his word he was my last load of the night when all was said and done. After Patrick came he locked the kitchen door back up, scooped up my cum and sweat covered body and took me into my bedroom to pass out cum slowly dripping from my This is the last piece of this story that I will write, but I encourage someone else to pick it up and continue the story line further.

Patrick walked back over to the computer for a minute and I stayed bent over the arm of the couch, my ass stuck in the air and my loaded up hole exposed. I reached back and started to finger my hole feeling the toxic loads swirling around inside myself. It felt so warm, so wet, so sloppy and loose, I had fingered myself a few times after getting fucked by David and my hole had felt wet and warm but never like this. I loved it, I stuck another finger in and then another, I wanted more. Normally after two loads from David my hole would be soar and worn out but not tonight, I was open and ready for business. “You love feeling those POZ loads in your hole don’t you,” Patrick said, having returned from the computer he was once again rubbing his cock head against my hole. I started to remove my fingers but he grabbed my wrist and said, “Keep going.” I slid another finger in and began to work my hole deep spreading my three fingers wide opening my hole up more. The phone buzzed. Another finger slipped into my cum filled hole and I started to moan from my own finger fucking. Patrick started rubbing his cock against my hole again. I took two fingers from my hole and pushed back. The head of Patrick’s cock popped into my hole along side my two fingers. What the hell had gotten into me, I liked bottoming but I was never such a cock hound. Patrick moaned as he sunk the rest of his ten inches in next to my fingers. The phone buzzed. I took my fingers from my hole and licked the sticky mixture of POZ cum and ass juice as Patrick started to deep fuck me again. “Man that last guy dumped a huge load in your hole, you’re so much wetter and loose now. Don’t worry there’s plenty more coming.” The phone buzzed. “I can’t wait to breed you again.” “Do it now, fill me with your swimmers.” “Not now… right now I’m just keeping you loose for when the fun gets here. When your hole is dripping with cum and so loose that it doesn’t close any more then you’ll get your next dose of this charged seed.” He slammed his cock in hard on the word seed making me squeal. The phone buzzed. “Get up,” he said pulling out. I stood up and he lead into the kitchen where he pulled me into a tight embrace and a rough kiss for a moment before pushing me back onto the table. I realized then that all the chairs had been moved and the table, which stood in the middle of the room, had now become my fuck bench. Patrick grabbed my feet and spun me on the table so that my ass was to the door, then he positioned me so I was bent over with my feet once more on the floor and my ass completely exposed to any one who walked in the kitchen door The phone buzzed. My hole twitched. Patrick climbed on the table and slid his cock down my throat. The kitchen door opened.

Love the story so far, so I'll give it a go. If guys like this next part then i'll keep going. Patrick slid his cock deep inside my ass again and began slowly pumping in and out. I moaned, enjoying his cock pushing his load deeper into my ass. David’s phone buzzed and we both froze, Patrick’s cock buried halfway in my ass and stared at the screen. “Well,” said Patrick resuming his slow fucking, “here’s your last chance to back out.” I grabbed the phone and quickly entered David’s pass code. The message read: 9in white cock ready to breed that hole. addy? After a few deep breaths and some encouragement from Patrick’s cock I responded with my address and added: kitchen door is open, come in and get in line. “You’re not even gonna ask him anything?” Patrick asked. “Like what?” “His status?” I almost laughed as Patrick’s POZ cock slid in and out of my hole, “I know you’re POZ and I’ve got one of your loads worked into my hole already and I’m hoping for another before whoever the fuck this is shows up so I guess that ship has sailed.” My response must have surprised Patrick as much as it did me for a moment because he stopped fucking me but then after a few seconds started to pound me harder. “I told David that there was a cum slut inside of you and that we just needed to find the right way to bring it out. When he wakes up in the morning this hole is going to be dripping with questionable loads, and at least three more of mine.” He slammed the full length of his cock into me a few times before adding, “I guarantee you’ll never as for a break from cock again. In fact, I would bet, that you’re ass will be open for use for just about anyone willing to fuck it from now on.” “Turn me into a cum dump Patrick,” I moaned loudly, hoping a little bit that David would wake up and hear the sounds of my being bred by this POZ stud. “You want another one of my POZ loads up your hole?” Before I could answer David’s phone buzzed again and still impaled on Patrick’s cock checked the message. Almost there: it read. “Shoot your toxic load in my hole, lube me up for more cock,” I grunted as Patrick’s pounding became rougher. “I’m gonna knock you up, and then no matter who breeds your hole tonight, you hole will always belong to be because I was the first.” “Knock me up, please,” I almost screamed. “Take it bitch,” Patrick grabbed my hips and pulled my as to his crotch making me take his full and considerable length as his cock began to spasm. Slowly while his load was being shot in my ass he pulled out, covering the inside of my hole with his thick toxic load. “My turn then?” Patrick and I both looked up surprised to find a stranger standing in the entrance from the kitchen with a smile on his face and an obvious bulge in his shorts. The stranger was tall, with blondish red short scruffy hair and beard, probably in his mid thirties. He wore a wife-beater that displayed his broad chest beautifully, and gym shorts that were beginning to tent more and more from his hardening cock. “Hell yeah,” said Patrick, recovering first, he seemed far more at ease with the idea of complete strangers fucking then I really was at the point. “Perfect.” Patrick pulled out of my ass and moved round so that he was kneeling on the couch with his dick in my face and the other guy stripped off his few clothes. When his shorts came off his thick nine-inch cock and low hanging balls were the first things I noticed second was the red and black biohazard tattoo right about the base of his cock. “Nice tattoo,” Patrick said. “It’s cool right? The add didn’t say anything about status,” the guy started to say. “Don’t worry he’s got two of my POZ loads up his hole and two of his bf’s questionable loads too.” Questionable? I looked at Patrick confused but just when I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant he stuck his still hard cock in my mouth and started to slowly throat fuck me. With a cock in my mouth and another rubbing against my cum filled hole I lost track of my question. This guy wasted no time and with in a few seconds of his cock getting next to my hole he was pounding away like it was the last time he was ever going to fuck an ass again. David’s phone buzzed. Patrick grabbed it from the coffee table where I had put it and without removing his cock from my mouth fully said, “Put in the pass code, I’ll do the rest.” Without even questioning I showed him David’s pass code and went back to deep throating his cock. The stranger now had a hold of my shoulders for leverage and I was grunting and gargling around Patrick’s cock. I couldn’t believe that David was sleeping through all of this wracked but out of the corner of my eye I could still see his sleeping form through the open bedroom door. The phone buzzed again, this time Patrick didn’t even ask for the pass code but removed his dick from my mouth and walked into the kitchen. With Patrick’s cock no longer gagging me I started begging my new friend to fuck me even harder, and he was only to happy to oblige. “I’m gonna breed this sweet hole good,” he grunted, “fill you with my toxic load. You ready for my toxic load?” “Fuck yes!” “Then take it.” He roughly shoved his cock inside of me so that the biohazard tattoo was pressed against my ass as he unloaded his balls inside my hole. It felt like he shot about a gallon of cum inside of me before he pulled out. The he got dressed and left saying just before he was out the door “Text me next time you want fucked.” After a moment of rest I made to get up. “No, no,” said Patrick, “stay right there. Now reach back and spread your hole for me.” I heard the sound of a camera clicking. “We’re gonna add a picture of your leaking hole to your add, see if we can’t drumb up even more business.” The phone buzzed.

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

Hello bros, I'm a total top and I love breeding a nice hole. I don't get along with versatile men of any kind and enjoy getting my dick and balls serviced and also fucking love to eat ass. I'm one of those who gets hornier and hornier and fucks for long... Hours. I've had this experience myself before but I rarely see it in porn and when I do it makes me so horny because I love doing it. Either top or bottom, how do you guys feel about "ass-to-mouth"? I find it the hottest thing and when a hungry bottom sucks my dick after I fuck him hard for a while it really turns me on. I also love fucking rough and then eating hole. That also drives me crazy. I've had the luck of always been in a situation where the bottom is a pro and is totally clean, not a single spot or smell. I find this practice the most intimate and horny and I kind of dislike it and it's a bit of a turn-off whenever I am asked to wash my cock before getting sucked after fucking the guy (again, I fuck for long so there's a need to take a break but I'm still hard). I find it very fucking vanilla. Recently watched some porn videos where the top alternates between fucking the bottom and eating his ass and it's so hot. Also, saw two videos where at the end the top cums out but then starts to ram it in still cumming so the bottom gets his hole filled with cum. In both of these videos the top starts to feed cum to the bottom from the dripping hole. I find this simply -proper fucking- as in "bareback" I always say "it is just proper sex." Tops: how do you feel about doing these things? pounding then eating and pounding then getting sucked, and so forth? Bottoms: how do you like it when the top pulls out for you to eat his cock for a while before getting fucked again and how about getting your hole eaten after getting fucked for a while before continuing?

This is my first time writing something like this, but reading all these stories I thought I would try my hand at it. Feed back is always great, and if you like it I'll keep writing. --How I Became A Cumdump: the Story of a 'Condoms Only' 20 Somethings Transformation My name is Mark, I’m 24, five foot nine, one hundred and sixty pounds and decidedly average. I have always been a bottom, when I was a teenager when other guys were tugging their dicks, I was fingering my hole. Eventually I graduated to getting cucumbers out of the refrigerator nightly and pounding my hole into a pulp. So when I went to college and started having sex with guys there was no question that I would be taking their cocks, but until I was 21 I was a self proclaimed condom Nazi: no unwrapped cocks were entering my hole. So what changed when I was 21? Well, I met Anthony. Anthony was everything I wasn’t. I was a paie blond boy, Anthony was a tall dark haired beast of a man. I was small, whereas Anthony stood around six foot two. I had a slight build, whereas Anthony was made of solid thick rippling muscles. I was smooth, whereas Anthony was covered all over in thick dark course hair. My hole twitched as soon as I saw his profile on Adam4adam. I had just finished my classes for the day was had logged on to see if any of my usual hookups were online for that night when I saw him on the New Member’s page. “ItalianTop34” his screen name read and below it a picture of his perfectly sculpted chest and stomach. I stared at the thumbnail for a long moment taking in the dark nipples the dark hair swirling down out of frame. I felt my hole twitching eagerly. I clicked on his picture and started reading: he was 34 years old, six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, and most impressively of all, a total top, with a nine inch cock. I typed a quick message to him, complimenting his picture and telling him to hit me up sometime, after hovering over the send button my hole gave another powerful twitched and I clicked send. For the next twenty minutes I chatted with a few regular fuck buddies making some tentative plans for later, tried to start on a paper for my European Literature class until I heard that familiar buzz from the a4a in box and pulled the website back up. It was him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened his message and read “hey there kid, cute pics, what brings you on here tonight?” I typed hurriedly: “looking for some fun tonight, need something to distract me from these papers.” Not a whole minute later: “a distraction? what sort of distraction?” We carried on like that for a few more messages culminating in him giving me his address. “Be there in an hour” was my last message to him. I quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, getting ready to take his massive cock. My heart was pounding and my stomach seemed to be bouncing. I always get that feeling when I know a big cock is in my near future. Twenty minutes later I dashed out of my apartment in a pair of basket ball shorts, no underwear, of course, (a good bottom doesn’t need underwear), and a plain white t-shirt. I jumped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to his place. For a brief moment I sat in the car looking at the red brick building before rushing up to the little side door he had told me to use. His apartment was on the fourth floor at the top of the building and right inside the white painted door was a staircase leading up to his doorway. I knocked quickly and then stepped back waiting. I heard movement on the other side of the door and then it swung open quickly revealing Anthony for the first time in the flesh. He stood there in the door way in just a pair of running shorts, not the long kind people wear now but the short ones from the 80’s, a thing sheen of sweat seemed to glisten on his massive chest, there was about a day's worth of beard growing on his square jaw, but now standing in front of him it was his eyes that struck me the most. They were the brightest blue I had ever seen in someone’s eyes and they shown out like two brilliant pools from under his thick dark brow. He smiled, “Well you really didn’t wanna write that paper did you boy, you’re twenty minutes early. I went for a quick run before you came over, makes me last longer,” even this brief mention of sex was enough to make my hole twitch again and my cock begin to harden, “and I was gonna take a shower for yah, but now you’re here. Guess you could have a seat and wait for me to go get cleaned up.” “Oh no that’s alright,” I stammered. I don’t know why but the faint smell of manly sweat that was wafting from him into the hall way was making my cock begin to grow even harder. Anthony noticed, he chuckled and said “Look at you, springing wood on the stairs. You must really want this,” and with that he grabbed his meaty cock though the running shorts pressing its impressive profile against the thin fabric. Even soft the thickness of his cock was amazing and I was now hard as a rock all 6.5 inches of me straining against my shorts. “Come in kid,” he said stepping aside to let me in. He closed the door behind me, and then led the way down a narrow hall to the first room, the living room. It was nice with a big couch a few chairs a massive built in bookcase one wall and a giant television on the other. Anthony grabbed a remote off the coffee table and clicked it in the direction of the television which began to hum to life. “You want a beer?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Have a seat. I’ll bring them through.” He left and I sat down on the massive couch looking at the television which now showed the symbol for some network connection and then after a moment of processing an image sprung up on the screen. A boy about my age was on his back on a hotel bed while a man old enough to be his father pounded the boy’s hole. The moans of the boy could be heard around the room from the surround sound system. I watched as two more men came into frame and one of them pushed his fat cock down the boy’s throat and the other moved round to where the first man was still plowing the boy. The first man seemed to get the hint and pulled out so that the new man could take his place inside the bottom. Then I realized I was watching bareback porn. I suddenly felt hot. My hole twitched, and my cock throbbed. I had never watched bareback porn before on principal and I was suddenly kicking myself for it. The boy writhed as the new man began to force is raw cock into his hole but soon enough the new man as pounding away with the same gusto as the first man. It was around this time that I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, spread my legs and began to rub my hole. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Anthony with two beers in his hands smiling at me. God how long had he been there watching me feel up my own hole to his porn. Looking back that had probably been part of his plan, to get me even more horned up with bareback porn, but how was I to know that at the time? Chuckling, Anthony walked over with the two beers and, although the couch could seat four, he sat down next to me, presumably so he could stretch his big arm around as he sat down. I suddenly found myself engulfed in that same manly smelly and it was intoxicating. I breathed deeply a few times and then turned so that my noise was right next to his pit and took a deep whiff. “You are quite the pig boy. First you’re so excited for cock you get here early, then I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re going at your hole and now it’s all you can do to keep from sticking you whole face in my sweaty stinking pit. Well go on boy, get in there and get a good taste.” He took his arm from around me and held it over his head exposing his thick bushy pits. After the very briefest of hesitations I dove in, first just sniffing and then sticking my tongue in and licking all over tasting the sweet salt of his sweat. I must have gone at his pit for five minutes. I was so entranced with the smell and the taste that I didn’t notice that he had lowered his hand until I felt his fingers sliding down the back of my shorts. As soon as I felt one of his digits graze my hole I pulled my head from his pit, rocked my body forward to give him better access and buried my head in his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and press against the little shorts and before he had even worked one finger inside me the head had slipped out of one of the legs of his shorts. I quickly engulfed his cock head and began to make out with the uncut monster that would soon change my life forever. I felt one and then two fingers slide inside my hole and begin to stretch me out. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of my ass and brushed me away from his cock. “Strip,” he ordered. Hurriedly I stood up and tossed my t-shirt off into a corner and quickly shucked my shorts off as well. After looking at me for what seemed like forever Anthony smiled and slid his own shorts off. Although I had had had his cockhead in my mouth, I was still not prepared for what I saw: that massive beautiful piece of dark uncut Italian meat that sprung up and pressed against his furry abs. I whimpered as I looked at it, yearning to have it inside of me again. “Well don’t just stand there and look at it, start sucking boy.” I fell to my knees and Anthony grabbed his beer and sat back. Opening my mouth wide I began to work as much as I could of that monster into my mouth as quickly as I could. Anthony for his part just say back and drank his beer while I hooked his cock down. Once I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat I swallowed deeply and felt it slide down my throat, Anthony moaned loudly. I worked his cock like that until he finished his beer, sometimes deep throating it sometimes pulling back and working the shaft of his big low hanging balls. All the while in the background I could here the noises of that boy being bred by those three men and it made me even hornier. So by the time Anthony finally finished his beer and pulled me up off of his cock I had reached bitch in heat horny. The combination of his sweaty musk, the boy being bred on the television and the prospect of having that amazing cock sliding into my boy hole slightly had turned me into a cockhound. “You ready for me to work that hole,” he asked me, holding onto both sides of my face while he did. I just nodded. “Go behind the couch and bend over. I want you to watch this next video coming up while I eat your sweet boy-cunt.” I had never heard it called that before, but I liked it. I dashed behind the couch and bent over with my chest resting on the back and my arms hanging over. Anthony took his sweet time walking round, first starting another video from what seemed to be a massive porn archive. Just before the video began I felt a hot wet tongue pressing against me hole and arched my back. The image of another boy appeared on the screen. He had that blissful, fucked-out look that can only come to a bottom from servicing tops who need them. The camera was held by the top and he zoomed in on his raw cock siding into the boys now slack and cum covered hole. I gasped as Anthony had just slid his tongue inside me. I began to thrust back against him. The boy on the screen was moaning in ecstasy as the top’s fat cock stretched his already sloppy boy-cunt. As Anthony started to add fingers into the mix I thought for the first time 'God I’m jealous of that boy'. I heard moment behind me and felt Anthony remove his tongue and fingers but I was too engrossed with watching the fat cock pound cum out of the boy’s hole to look behind me. Then at the same moment several things happened. I felt a slight pressure on my hole, the camera on screen changed positions for a second and I saw that the top pounding this boy into oblivion was no other then the one who not three seconds ago had been eating my hole, and lastly I felt my hole explode inwards as Anthony slammed his massive tool home. I let out a scream, and tried to turn and face him but he held me firm and kept his cock in place. We both stood like that for a moment while I caught my breath again. “Please tell me you put a condom on?” I spluttered through racked breaths. “I only fuck raw kid. If you would have read my profile more carefully instead of just looking at the pictures you would know that.” And with that he began to pull out and then just as suddenly as the first time slammed back in. My hole stretched quickly under his assault, and just as quickly I began to feel waves of pleasure with each thrust so powerful that I forgot all about the condom. The boy on the video was gasping and moaning just like I was as I clung to the sofa for support. It was just as things started to feel good that I realized something felt different about this fuck. I realized it wasn’t just that my hole was being stretched wider then probably ever before, but I felt more in tune with Anthony - as he pounded me I felt like I could feel every bump and twist in his massive cock. I knew that it was because his cock was in me raw, that I could feel all of it. I don’t know how I came to understand this, but I did. The video ended with Anthony shouting as he filled up the boy with his load. That will be me soon I though somewhere deep in my mind, and instead of panicking I was excited. I wanted him to fill me up, to dump his load in my boy-cunt. Anthony pulled out from my hole completely, leaving me gaping and empty. Then his face showed-up right next to mine. Fuck sweat running along his cheeks, “On the floor boy. Now that you know your place as a raw bottom, it's time to teach you how to be a cumdump.” His strong hands knocked me to the ground and I positioned myself on my back, my feet resting on his shoulders. He wasted no time in sliding his cock back inside my now loose sloppy cunt. And then the pounding began again, sometimes slowly and sometimes like he was trying to break up concrete. As drops of sweat fell from him landing all over my body, his gaze never left mine. He told me what a sweet hole I had and how when he was done with it I would really be a bottom boy like I was meant to be. I just whimpered and moaned like the boy in the video. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried balls deep in my hole, and said “Tell me what you want.” I was unsure of what to say, so I gasped, “I want you to pound my hole.” “No boy, tell me what you really need, tell me what you need for this fat raw cock up your cunt.” His load, that was what I wanted. Ever sense I had seen the boy in the second video being bred by the magnificent cock that was currently pulsing deep inside my ass. “Your load,” I muttered. “I can’t hear you.” “I want your load. I want you to cum inside me.” “You want me to fill you with my spunk?” “Yes, fill me up!” “You wanna get bred, don’t you?” “Yes, please, breed me!” “Good boy.” And with that he resumed pounding but this time quicker and more animalistic. Every so often he would grunt out, “Tell me how much you want my load?” “More then anything" I would reply. After about ten more minutes of relentless fucking he half moaned half shouted, “You ready to become a cumdump?” “God yes.” “Good 'cause here come my load.” He slammed all the way into my ass and I could feel his cock pulsing as the cum rushed into my gut giving me a warm sticky feeling inside. Guys had cum in condoms while fucking me before but it was nothing like this. I had never felt so fulfilled sexually and yet so lustful at the same time. I knew I had served my purpose but I wanted more. Anthony rocked back and forth forcing my hole to milk every last drop of cum from my hole before he pulled his still rock hard cock out. I felt so empty as my legs fell from his shoulders and he stood up. I just lay there looking up at the Italian god who had just bred my hole, given me my first load. I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. Anthony had been right to call it a cunt and truly I no longer had a tight boy hole, but a wet sloppy loose cunt. And I loved it. I fingered myself a little, and then stuck my cummy fingers in my mouth and sucked. Anthony just watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. After a few moments I made to get up but Anthony said “Just lay there for a minute, I’m not done with you yet.” He left the room and I went back to fingering my messy hole. I could hear that Anthony was on the phone for a moment and then I heard what sounded like typing and then another phone call, a bit more typing and then silence. Then he was back, still hard as a rock with a big grin on his face. “Damn boy, you’re just going to town aren’t you?” I stopped for a moment and bushed. I has been so intrigued by my new sloppy hole that I hadn’t noticed that I had shoved in four fingers as deep as they would go and was now pounding away. “Get those fingers out of there so I can give you another load before your evening really gets going, boy.” I didn’t know what he meant about 'my night getting going' but I did know that I wanted his cock back inside of me, as well as more of his warm hot cum, so I pulled my fingers out of my ass cleaned the off in my mouth and rolled over onto all fours presenting him with my still gaping hole. He chuckled, squatted down behind me and easily slid his fat cock inside and began pounding away again. Just as Anthony was really picking up steam and I could tell that my second load of the night was on its way there was a firm knock on the door. Anthony paused for a moment to shout “It’s open,” before returning to pounding me....

The older man looked to be in his mid-forties, with a brush-cut, and thick, strong build, big white teeth; a high school football coach straight from central casting. His stride is confident, walking into the bath house like he doesn't give a shit who sees him. He walks up to the thick-glassed window and says he needs a deluxe room. He presents his driver's license and smiles as he shoves a wad of 20's through the slot. The boy he brought with him ... hot as fuck. He's athletically built, his short hair was peroxided blond with more than a hint of brass. He's a little shorter than the older man, but his muscles were well-defined, built in a weight room, sculpted on practice fields; it's all lean muscle, so there's no extra bulk to carry around the field with him. But his eyes... his eyes are distant and blank... like he was drugged or hypnotized before he was brought here. And he never says a word. He just fumbles in his black and red lacrosse shorts and eventually produces an ID that says he's old enough to enter; and it looks legit. The coach winks and puts his arm around the boy as they are buzzed through the big heavy door. As they disappear into the darkly lit chambers beyond, there's still no certainty what their relationship is. Were they actually coach and athlete? Or were they role playing? Was the boy on some sort of drug, or had he been completely conditioned to accept the will of his master? And if it was the latter, what regimen of discipline, deprivation, and punishment had led him to that state of submission? They've taken a room in the back and left the door ajar. A small group of men have gathered to watch and ... to wait. Beyond the door, a beefy man with a goatee is just finishing. His cock is buried in the boy's muscled ass and the overhang of his hairy belly smacks the small of the boy's back as he thrusts into him. The thick fingers of his hands are braced on the boy's muscled shoulders for leverage as he pumps his cock in the boy's tailpipe. He finishes with a loud grunt and shoves his cock as deep as it will go, then holds it there as he pumps his semen into the boy's waiting guts. He grunts again then pulls out, he picks up his towel from the floor and wipes off his crank with it, avoiding eye contact as he slips out the door. The older man ... coach, master, father... looks out into the hall and makes a selection. "You!" The boy is on a fuck bench, his wrists secured to the post in front of him. He is naked, of course, his shorts and mesh jersey tossed onto the floor, his skin is tanned and smooth. His well-muscled shoulders taper to his trim waist and the nice, round convex ass that was presenting itself, his pink rosebud posed invitingly above his long, smooth legs. It is almost as though a young god has been captured, bound, and laid out for the use of filthy mortal men. The blindfold serves more to hide his identity, to make him an anonymous object-of-fuck, then it does to hide the identities of his sires from him. A few sweat-streaked curls of badly dyed hair protrude around its edges. He is awake, conscious but unseeing, his expression remains fixed; he either does not care who is breeding him or is not allowed to raise an objection, and so it makes no difference if he can see them or not. The boy's ass-cheeks are muscle-hard and hairlessly smooth, the crevasse between them already slick to the touch with a mix of slick, warm lubricant and a few leftover drips of seed left behind by the bear who had used his ass already. When touched, he neither flinches, nor moans, nor tenses... he betrays no reaction at all. The coach puts his hands on either cheek and spreads them apart, displaying his hole was not quite closed, but gapes, just a little bit, as though crying out to be filled. Coach says, with sleazy, debauched pride, "Ain't that the sweetest ass you've ever seen? Popping his cherry was the fuck of a lifetime." He runs his rough white hand on the inside of the boy's muscular thigh, then back again to his ass, displaying his prize like a cut of prime beef. When he gets to the ass, he draws the cheeks apart again and shoves two fingers inside to grind the bear's load into the walls of the boy's intestines. The boy twitches as he does this, little flicks of the muscles in his back and arms. He feels what is happening to him, but makes no effort to resist or even acknowledge it. The coach shows his fingertips, glistening with moistness. "What are you waiting for, buddy?" coach asks with a wink. "Fuck that bitch." His ass has been opened up by the previous fuck, but still it resists the cock sliding into it. It takes hard pressing and concentration to get it inside, but once in, the sensation is amazing, like slipping into a warm, velvet pocket. His fuck tunnel grips the cock, but it is slick and warm and begs the cock to naturally go into motion. Each thrust is welcomed by warmth and meets just enough resistance to make for a perfect fit. As the cock continues thrusting in and out, the humanity of the body it is penetrating fades, and the boy becomes but a receptacle for lust and gratification. It's as though this muscular buck has been conquered, and his strength and power are being harvested by the man on top of him; this is what topping is all about, pumping hard cock into an ass begging to be seeded. It's as though this ass was designed to be fucked, and any other purpose would be a waste. The load builds fast because the ass just feels so fucking good, slowing down is impossible; the load demands to be put in the ass of this Adonis. It builds the balls and cockhead grow heavy and full, and when it shoots, there is recoil like firing a shotgun. Pulling out, the ass gives up the cock and it pops out, this will be a fuck to be remembered and replayed. The coach seems pleased. He rubs the boys ass vigorous, and than smacks it hard, leaving a pink mark. The boy flinches, but otherwise does not react. A black man is selected next. Not a hot black man, an older man in his late fifties. In pretty good shape for his age, but still in his late fifties. His cock was pink and purple, almost no difference in girth between the head and the shaft, like a cucumber. He slid it into the boy's pink hole and the boy uttered an almost inaudible grunt/gasp as he entered. The black man slides his cock all the way in, groaning as he pressed. The black man seems to have more trouble and keeps adjusting the boy's angle, pausing in his fuck-motions, moving the boy's ass higher, then struggling to regain his rhythm. He makes some thrusts then has to adjust again. "Hold up your ass, bitch," the coach orders. The boy arches his back. The black man grunts hard and quickly finishes up. Coach dabs his boy's ass with a towel and looks out to choose the next. He smiles like a demon, "You." The coup de grace is a tall, lean, dark young man with black hair, coppery skin, and a biohazard tattoo on his thigh. He runs his brown fingers on the round muscular ass of the boy on the fuck bench; no one can resist touching that ass. He spares a quick glance at the coach, as though asking permission. "Fuck him!" the coach orders. "Good and hard. Make sure he takes your load and don't wate a drop." The kid with the biohazard tat drops his towel and reveals a long, rigid and uncut cock with atight foreskin that almost covers the whole of the head, and drools with precum. He positions its hooded bullethead against the hole and thrusts it in with one fast smooth movement. "Shit," the brown-skinned youth says, feeling the warm grip of the boy's warm, tight tunnel around his cock. With no warm-up, he goes straight to ramming his long dark cock in-and-out, fucking the boy hard and deep, his hips becomeing a blur, his tight balls smacking at the cleft in the boy's cheeks. Concentrating, biting his lower lip, he piston-whips his nine-incher in and out of the whole. "Fuck," says the coach, observing the action with wide-eyed pleasure. He begins stroking his own uncut, beer-can cock while he watches his star player get violated well and good. For the first time, the boy shows a glimmer of awareness. the length of the cock must be too much for him, must be spearing through his sphincter and assaulting his prostate. Maybe he is subconsciously aware of the poisonous load about to be shot into him, the virus about to take over his perfect body and begin tearing it apart from the inside. Tied down, there's nothing he can do, he's at the mercy of the brown cock. It must be hurting him, his eyes, which have kept closed this whole time, become most with the tears he is holding back. Suddenly, the biohazard kid grunts and makes a final deep thrust into the boy's ass. He shudders as he cums, eyes tight shut and mouth open. "Fuck,' he says as his seed shoots into deep into the young athlete's guts. "Oh, fuck yeah," says the coach. The lean, brown boy with the biohazard tat leaves, avoiding eye contact or even looking at the coach, who moves in behind the boy and guides his big fat cock to the boy's fuckhole, pushing it in and pumping it inside to churn the loads and strains deposited in the warm, fertile receptacle of the boy's fucktube. After a few minutes, coach pulls out again and permits another entry into the room, a scruffy looking, thin and hairy thirty-something whose piercings glint in the dim light. The new man bares his cock and takes his place behind the boy. It is still early in the morning, and the boy is only four loads in, and the line outside is long.

I was a closet college boy who dreamt about getting fucked all the time. When I left my daytime classmates, I’d often put on my porn tapes and jack off all night. It was such a turn-on to see guys fuck bareback. I’d always rent the older tapes where no one ever used condoms. I graduated to hanging out at the bookstore, fantasized about getting fucked like the guys in my videos, but never actually had the courage to do anything. Finally, I met this guy on-line who was a year ahead of me at school. We got to talking on the phone about all the nasty sex I wanted and he’d already had. One thing led to another and before long my new phone friend was telling me about guys getting fucked raw and taking POZ loads. That made me shoot all over, and I wanted to experience my first fuck more than ever. I finally took the big step and invited him over. I was so nervous when he showed up at my door. We started necking, and his hand zeroed in on my crotch. He soon had my zipper open, and my oozing cock down his throat. I could stand it no longer and blurted out what I really wanted—to be fucked bareback. Turned out he was a bottom, but said that, since it was my first time and I needed it so badly, he’d oblige. As we undressed he pulled a bottle of poppers from his pocket and fed them to me—repeatedly, throughout the rest of the evening. As he entered me, he made filthy accusations of things I’d never been accused of before. My senses were overwhelmed by his hard body covering me, the scent of the poppers, his filthy whispers, and his hard dick entering my virgin ass. He worked slowly at first. My hole was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Even though it was my first time, it didn’t hurt, thanks to the poppers; though I suspected I must have been bleeding. The sound of his precum slurping in my hole, combined with the throb of the poppers, and his purulent whisperings reached a crescendo in my ears, as my other physical senses were totally consumed by his raw dick plunging in and out of my ass. His picked up the tempo and began to moan loudly, whispering that he was going to give me exactly what I deserved. I’d closed my eyes to absorb all pleasures of my first fuck, when he said, “Open your eyes!” “What?” “I said. “Open your eyes, bitch!” His face was almost touching mine, and he was staring directly into my eyes as I was into his. His countenance had taken on this lascivious expression, and I wasn’t even sure I recognized the guy who was fucking me—a perception I was bound to experience again and again in years to come. You want my dirty seed, whore?” "Yes, Sir," I pleaded. “Shoot in me now. Give me your hot cum, pleeease!” His tongue, laden with spit and slime, forced its way down my throat. “TAKE MY HOT POZ LOAD--NOW!" I almost blacked out. My dick spurted everywhere. I knew my hole had been ripped apart like I never thought it could be. Involuntarily my ass muscles clamped down around his cock, to absorb every drop of his seed. I never felt so fulfilled in my life. As we dressed, I asked indifferently why he hadn’t told me earlier he was POZ. He said he knew I wanted it; that he wanted to be the guy to GIFT me; and that he wanted to make it as easy as possible on me, and not tell me till it was TOO LATE. I kissed him. For several months we continued to see each other almost weekly. He never fucked me again, but I began to top him--and others. He introduced me to several of his poz friends, and we did a number of 3-ways together. After one such meating, as we lay cuddling, he suggested it might be time to get tested. I did, and you know the result. I’ve become a regular patron at the bookstore, where it’s all so anonymous, and the subject of status never cums up--just a lot of needy holes, married and single, waiting to be filled with poison jizz. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° One of the many first hand, true stories I have collected - Enjoy!

Chapter I. My boy and I were planning on day-tripping out to Fire Island. We had our swim suits, towels, and a picnic lunch, all ready for spending some quiet time on the beach. It was a gorgeous day, and as we lounged, we enjoyed checking out the hot guys, some of whom were sunbathing naked. As my boy frolicked in the surf, I slather myself in sunscreen and fell asleep. When I woke up, some time had passed, and there was no sign of my boy anywhere. I entertained myself with my book for a while and then figured I would ring his cell phone to see when he was coming back. Of course, he had left his phone in the carry bag which was next to me on our towel, so I had no way of reaching him. As the afternoon moved into early evening, I became increasingly concerned, as the hour was approaching for the last ferry back to the main land. Just as I was about to pick up everything and see if he was somewhere in town, he reappeared walking down the beach with a super cute 20-something, who was wearing a tiny speedo and, I noticed, filling it out very well. They were carrying on like they were best of friends. My boy casually introduced me to Blake. Apparently, they had gone to school with each other and fallen out of touch. I got the feeling that they might have fooled around when they knew each other, and it crossed my mind that they may have fooled around while I was asleep on the beach. Blake had his arm wrapped around my boy's back and it seemed like his fingers were slipping into my boy’s board shorts. "We're about to miss the last ferry," I commented, only to learn Blake had invited us to crash at his beach house for the night. The house had five bedrooms, and only four of them were taken for the weekend, "...not that there will be a lot of sleeping going on tonight..." Blake muttered. "Why not? Thanks," I accepted, and with that the three of us we headed to the house, where, upon arriving, my boy and I were introduced to Blake's much older, much heavier, much hairier boyfriend, Tom, who, like the three of us, was wearing shorts, but unlike the three of us, Tom was also wearing a polo shirt. Even so, I could easily see his hairy chest, pot belly, and firm nipples poking out of the shirt as it stretched across his broad chest. Blake broke-out a bottle of vodka, and between the four of us, it went down very rapidly. Tom and Blake were sitting on either side of my boy on the sofa, and I was in the only chair in the living room. I could swear that they were getting closer and closer to my boy, until their legs were all touching, then crossing over each other. Tom put his hand on my boy’s thigh and when my boy didn’t complain, he slowly inched it up to my boy’s crotch until he was cupping my boy’s balls. Rather than feeling uncomfortable, I found myself turned-on, as was apparently also my boy. At least it sure looked like he was getting hard. Neither of us had fooled around outside of our relationship in a long time, and neither of us were particularly interested in heavyset hairy guys, but we didn’t stop what was clearly happening. Blake leaned in close to my boy and Tom used his free hand to steer my boy’s face into Blake’s. The two kissed gently, then harder and harder until they were full on making out. Blake’s sizeable cock worked its way out of the waistband of his speedo and my boy wrapped his hand around it. Blake steered his head to Tom, and Tom dove into my boy like a man possessed. I felt like a third wheel, but didn’t know how or if I should participate. My boy seemed to be enjoying himself, and they were only making out, and maybe a light jerkoff, so I didn’t stop anything from happening. Blake looked over at me and gave me a ‘come hither’ glance. I stood up, my raging hard-on fighting to be free of my swimsuit. ‘You guys wanna fuck,’ he asked rather directly. My boy moaned approval as he continued to suck Tom’s face. Blake had me come over to him and he forced me to kneel in front of him on the floor. My boy saw that I was about to be forced to go down on Blake and he murmured, "Fuck yeah. Suck his cock! It tastes so good!" It was then that I knew they must have fooled around earlier in the day because he had only kissed Blake up to that point. Blake grabbed the back of my head and forced his thick eight inches deep into my throat. I surprised myself by not gagging. I let him fuck my mouth, as his dick oozing sweet and salty precum into my throat. My face buried in Blake’s crotch, I couldn’t see what my boy and Tom were doing, but I sensed them moving around on the couch. When Blake let me come up for air, I saw that my boy was sitting on Tom’s lap. Tom’s dick was out of his shorts and my boy’s shorts were gone. I saw my boy’s ass crack shiny with Tom’s precum and he was squirming around trying to get that dick to ‘accidentally’ enter him. I was okay with us fooling around, but I didn’t know these guys and was wary of fucking at all, especially fucking raw! After a few minutes of watching my boy try to get fucked by a bear he had just met, Blake reached over and grabbed his boyfriend’s cock, suggesting "Let’s help them out, shall we?" he said as he grinned at me. Blake took my hands and guided them to my boy’s ass. "Spread those cheeks wide so he can get some of what Tom’s gifting." I did as I was told, mesmerized by the bare sex show playing out only inches from my face. Blake guided Tom’s thick stubby drooling cock into my boy’s hole, and I did nothing to stop it. I helped force my boy’s cheeks wide to make Tom’s access easier. My boy grunted as he lowered himself onto Tom’s wet dick. No lube, not even spit, just Tom’s precum. And it popped right in, deeper and deeper. After he raised and lowered himself a few times, I saw Tom’s cock covered in white juice. It dawned on me that my boy had been fucked while I was asleep. Blake, or someone, had bred him and seeded his ass. Blake held my head down and told me to lick Tom’s cock. When my boy raised up, I flicked my tongue across Tom’s dick and could distinctly taste cum mixed with my boy’s ass juice. Blake re-positioned himself behind me, and I knew he was going to fuck me. He worked his dripping cock, still wet from having deep-throating me, and eased it along my ass crack. He held one hand on my head, forcing me to lick Tom, with his other hand on my ass. He roughly entered me with three fingers. I winced at what must have been his fingernails. I worried that he was cutting me open back there, and then groaned with pain as he thrust his thick cock balls deep into my gut. The sensation changed as he held himself inside of me. I felt so full. Blake used both hands to hold my hips and pile drive my pussy, which allowed me to look up. My boy was craning his neck around to watch his friend breed me. Tom grunted "I’m getting close. Wanna knock these boys up together? Wanna fill them with our special seed?" "FUCK YEAH!" Blake shouted as he picked up his pace. Tom exclaimed "Fuck, I’m cumming! Filling your ass with my POZ cum! This is what you wanted, right?" "YES, YES, YES," was all my boy could muster. Blake jackhammered into me and then held himself deep in me. He just grunted. I couldn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming inside me, and I was almost certain that he too was POZ. The thought alone was enough to make me cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I sprayed all over the front of the sofa and the floor. Blake forced my head down to lick up my own cum, saying "Share that with your boy. Don’t swallow. It might be the last NEG load he gets tonight!" As I was licking up my cum, we heard a series of hoots and hollers from the porch. I guess the rest of the house guests had arrived, and found us as sweaty mess, both me and my boy leaking toxic cum from our holes. Tom’s stubby cock was still firmly planted in my boy’s hole and I had a mouthful of cum. Blake forced my boy’s head back and I snowballed my seed into his mouth. He loved it. The guys, four couples broke into applause at the scene they had walked in on. The guys were generic Chelsea muscle beauties, each and every one of them. They had names like Colt, Steve, Brad, Chet, Brett, and Cliff. I would describe them individually, but they all blended together into one mass of tanned taught muscle and six plump packages straining to escape their trunks. I wanted to ask my boy to fill in the blanks for me. I wanted to know if, while I was asleep on the beach, he really had talked about taking POZ seed from these guys, but, I wasn’t going to get a chance. Tom and Blake introduced us to our housemates and showed us our room. They told us to freshen up so we could get ready for a party, but Tom was careful to tell us not to clean out our assholes, advising "You boys keep that seed simmering inside you. It’ll take some time to seep in, and you’ll want to be cum-lubed in case your holes see more action tonight." Turns out that that night was going to be a big blow out celebration on the beach, and I knew it was going to be a long hard night. To be continued…

I still remember this scene like it was yesterday.. Going back at least 12 - 13 years.. Downtown Philly.. Famous adult theater.. Sleezy was an understatement back then. Really miss those days at times.. It was late, Thursday night I think.. I know I had a few drinks up in me and just discovered the joys of poppers.. I was by no means a virgin, having my boy cherry taken at the wee age of 11, but still new the adult underworld scene.. Ive been in this place before and had great sucks and fucks, but tonight would be a first.. Yes, I was drunk and horny.. It was pretty dark in there as usual. I walked around for a few.. Sucked a dick here and there, but, really wanted to get fucked real quick before jumping in the subway to head home.. There was two theater's. One large theater with a dark room in the back and the other was a smaller theater with hidden spots behind the screen and a dark, small bathroom in the back.. After watching a white guy get sucked off by two black guys, I could hold out no longer.. I walked into the big theater and noticed, towards the front, there was a nice looking black guy, third seat in, slowing jerking a nice dick.. There were about 4 guys standing close watching him and the movie on the screen. Being the young slut I was, and never scared to be watched, I walked on down and took the last seat to feel things out.. This guy had a nice, hard dick, pre cum was starting to leak out the top.. He gave me the sign and I leaned over and took the entire thing in my throat. His pre cum was nice and tasty.. While feasting on his dick, I didn't find it weird when his hands started to feel my ass.. I didn't think anything of it when his hand went down my pants and started to feel my hole.. I started to get a little nervous when I felt another pair on hands feeling over my ass, then pulling my pants down, but all that went out the window when I felt the tongue snaking up my tight hole.. Who ever was eating my hole was doing a great job, making me suck the dick in my mouth better and better.. Being a young cum slut, raw fucking was never an issue, even back then, so when I felt a raw dick being pushed into my hole, I just relaxed and let it happen. I figured, I'd take this fuck, eat this dudes nutt, bust my own nutt and bounce on out... And that was the plan.. Until.. The first guys came and and I noticed, the dude I was sucking was increasing his grip on my head/shoulder.. That's when I felt the 2nd dick slide into my cummy hole.. Like a jack rabbit, this dude pumped fast and hard.. Came in less than 3 minutes.. Pulled out and as I tried to lift myself, that's when 3 things happened.. An open bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose.. I felt another pair of hands holding me down.. A 3rd dick slammed up my went hole and this fucker was massive.. I cried out some, but on one really heard.. After I hit the poppers, another dick was slammed in my throat to hold the sounds so all one could hear was that sounded like me moaning.. I had to choice.. Spit roasted in an adult theater, pants just down around my ankles.. Didn't help, I was rock hard.. The new dick in my mouth came fast and hard and swallowed it all.. Didn't really have a choice as he nutted deep in my throat.. As Im swallowing his load, the new dick was slamming hard and fast up my ass, damn near breaking the seat I was leaned over.. Another dick is shoved in my throat and just cums... I swallow hard a fast. That sent the guy fucking me over the edge as he slammed in hard and shot a massive load up my tender hole. The original sucker moved my head over his still hard dick and makes me finish him off, as I felt another dick slam into my ass and just cum.. Then another, just slammed into my ass and just came.. When the third dick, (number 6 of the night) slide me and came, dude I was sucking shot a massive load right down my throat.. Damn near chocked on it, but got it all down.. At this times, I was finally let up as dude I was sucking was done and wanted to get up and leave.. I looked around and noticed, things were pretty empty down where I was.. As I attempt to stand and pull my my pants, I feel a hand on my ass.. This little latin guy whispered in my ear if he could suck my hole out.. I took him to a more private corner, bent forward and unloaded all the nutt up my hole in his mouth and he loved it.. He licked and sucked my hole nice and clean and I was kind enough to reward him with my load, right down his wanting mouth..

Another awesome chapter.

To me it makes sense hitting the fucker hard and fast, but I think you're right getting the Hep B vaccination out of the way first, as it's going to screw your numbers because of your body's response to the vaccine. In my terms (infected before we even knew there was a virus) a few weeks or months aren't going to make much difference. The important thing is that you do eventually get on meds. Feel free to ask questions, either publicly or privately, if you have them. Don't say I told told you but if you google "myHIV" and "UK" you'll end up at THT's frontline website which is supposed to be UK only, though we have members from all over Europe. (The reason I'm not giving the URL is that there's been some major reconstruction work going on there recently and URLs have shifted.) There are forums there where you can explore what's best for you, how anybody else felt on starting medication and so on. I use a different user-name, but the same avatar there, so if you do drop in, be sure to say hello!

I like both, it really depends on the guy I'm with. With someone I get to meet a few times I become more comfortable with the more personal moments. I'm very tactile, so I'm happy with lots of cuddling if that's what the other guy wants, just as much as I am getting used as a human sex toy. As long as the other guy enjoys it I'm not too picky. Bearbandit: If you don't mind me asking. How does diabetes prevent you from topping? Is it purely an energy thing, I have to admit I'm not that knowledgeable when it comes to that particular condition.

Your English is good. I know the video used to be on Barebackbastards.com but haven't seen it in a long time. He also had another closer video with a different guy.

You'd be surprised at the things I'll do without asking , well probably not... Can't deny I'm a whore! Just a re-introduction since the make-over: I've been poz since 1980, have a well-rounded experience of ARVs, and am willing to give honest answers about HIV and ARVs...

I prefer a connection. I can have emotionless sex, but it's much better when both of us are into it. Isn't that part of the whole deal? To feel part of another person? For me, it's important for the bottom to be pleased. If his being pleased is me fucking him balls to the bone, cool. But I don't just want him there thinking that all that matters is that I get off.

I can be submissive but I don't like to go so far that I am only servicing my needs are not even cared about, to me that is giving up too much control and I don't get off that much on being submissive. So I prefer to have it where we each are in charge of pleasuring the other and making sure that we both are enjoying things and in the end we both get off.

Blindfolded Anon Fuck As per requested. I'm blindfolded and on all fours. He comes in, doesn't say much but gets right to my eager hole. He plants his seed in me and leaves. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=IMbt5-G293-#.VC6JBvk7v0s

Decided to hit the bookstores yesterday afternoon, Me face down ass up in a jockstrap, I got what i wanted 4 fucks & 6 loads, Not bad for a normally quite thursday afternoon.

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I love taking loads of cum up my ass and then going to the grocery store near my house and going shopping with the feeling of the warm sloppy creamy cum leaking out of my ass while I am getting groceries. Wearing shorts and feeling it running down my legs and showing off my freshly fucked ass (with shorts on of course) with the wet cum stains and cum runs running down my leg. Love it.

Do I need to say more?

I haven't worn or owned any underwear in about 25 years. On occasion, I'll wear a jock, but I like freeballing.

After reading some of the replies on the "Florida man busted for giving teen HIV" that quite frankly made my stomach turn, I felt the need to make a statement. I know, this is the internet and lots of the stuff said on the internet is bullshit, and on every forum that deals with sex at least a fifth of the guys are provocateurs, yet virgins in real life. Still, I refuse to believe that ALL barebackers are either sociopaths or trolls. If we have no sense of basic honor, of history and brotherhood, barebacking as a concept has no meaning. And if barebacking has no meaning, we could use condoms because it's all the same anyway. AT ITS CORE, BAREBACKING IS NOT ABOUT AIDS. HIV is something that comes with the territory, it's something to be accepted (if it's your thing, even enjoyed), but it's not what makes the barebacker. Just like joint pains and injuries are something professional athletes have to deal with. It's not what they strive for - that would be olympic medals, but it's something they willingly accept. Just the same a soldier will take pride in his battle scars, but he will not try to get shot because that is not his purpose. He does what he does because of what he is, not because of battlefield souvenirs. At it's core, barebacking is about manliness, about LIVING LIFE ON YOUR OWN TERMS, about being what you were meant to be. To me, being a man means 4 things: - INSTINCT - FREEDOM TO CHOOSE - BROTHERHOOD - RESPONSIBILITY INSTINCT. It is a man's function on earth to breed. Plain, pure and simple. Only by giving in to our most basic desires we self-actualize as men. It is during the very moment of fucking we truly become what we were meant to be. Total focus. Just like the athlete in his strive to be the best we strip ourselves of inhibitions and distractions. Noone would instinctively use a condom. It's a cultural imposition on a natural process. By losing the condom we give up society's approval for what feels instinctively right, for our birthright as men. FREEDOM TO CHOOSE. But most of all, it's about choice. At its core, we have unsafe sex not because it makes sense or because we are mentally ill or because we are poz or because of peer pressure, but simply because it is our choice and we choose to do so. Because we are aware of the consequences and accept them and we don't have to explain or apologize for any of it. The same goes for all the associated choices, i.e. with whom to bareback and inhowfar we seek out risk and HIV. In that regard our personal choices might be slightly different, but they are valid. Just the same as I expect someone else to respect my choices, I will respect his. Doesn't mean I will have sex with him, it just means I don't preach as I myself don't wanna be preached to. BROTHERHOOD. It is this bond of respect for - what in the eyes of society at large might be excentrical or dangerous - another man's way of life, that makes us brothers. Though choice is an individual act, by realizing its scope and significance and that we are all equals when it comes to the choice of barebacking we do form a community. However this also means that I have no right to take my fellow man's choices away from him. If a guy is offering up his ass bareback in a backroom, he made his choice. However, if he doesn't fully understand the consequences of his actions, he cannot really make an informed choice. I cannot be somebody elses brother if I betray or mislead or abuse him. Lying and stealthing is not ok. The glory of bareback sex is the willingness of the other to buckle up and choose for himself to walk on the wild side with me. Why would I cheapen that by being dishonest? RESPONSIBILITY. Responsibility also means not spitting into the eye of those who came before us and often didn't choose to die of HIV / AIDS. If a 22-year old (who has never lost anyone he cared for) proclaims that he wants to go "all the way" and that he wants to take as many others as possible with him, how does that sound to a survivor of the AIDS crisis, to whom barebacking started out as an act of defiance against a cruel fate and way of making sense of things? HIV shouldn't be spread beyond those who want it. Of course it's not that easy, but we should at least try. To me, barebacking is a celebration of life and of being a man. But one cannot celebrate with someone who isn't a man or doesn't value life. Because it's meaningless.

I call the willingness to do ATM the "pig test"--the guys who pass it are invited back to the playroom, those who refuse or ask me to wash my cock fresh are never asked back. It is essential for me to eat hole before, during and after my fucking it...sometimes I share the load and sometimes not...

Jock or nothing... I don't feel I look good in a jock so I always go commando. But I'm also there for my pleasure as well.. So I like access to my cock. I'll jump on the bandwagon. Thongs..... Pretty sure those went out with the leg warmers. Oh god... Am I that old that I remember leg warmers? Fuck me.....

I don't understand thongs. Why would you wear something I have to keep moving to lick and fuck your hole?? As stated above repeatedly--jocks frame and enhance almost any ass. I do like the occasional variety--so of any kind of backless garment that covers your cock works. The torn briefs Makingwords mentioned I find very hot...

Always a jock for me. Frames the ass and keeps my dick well out of the way Perfect bottom wear!

Jocks always work well. I also love singlets.

If you're fucking a guy, whether with or without a condom, there is always a possibility that some of your cum will end up inside him. To ignore the risk of condom breakage is to deny reality. So, I say that if you are fucking a guy, you have an implicit right to cum in him.

My husband and I had to do long distance in the beginning. We lived two hours apart when we met. We alternated spending weekends at each house. When I went there, he would always breed me right before I left. One day as I was driving home, I had to piss really bad in the middle of nowhere. I pulled over and took a piss on the side of the road. It was a pretty afternoon - sunny skies and light breeze. I was enjoying the naughty thrill of hanging my cock out when a huge gob of cum slipped out of my hole and ran down my leg. My cock instantly got hard, and I quickly rubbed one out. I love being a load-taking slut.

Wow, I'd never considered asking or the bottom not expecting to be bred. If a dude lets me stick my bare dick in him I intend to unload in his guts, not negotiable.

I had a similar experience. I topped bb for the first time earlier this year after fantasizing about it for months. The guy and I never spoke of a condom so I just decided to go for it.. he did ask me to pull out and cum on him rather than in him -which I did. I was a bit scared of STDs after it, but realized that I can get STDs even with a condom. So I got tested after, and it all came negative. I enjoyed bbing so much that I decided to go on PrEP. I hate condoms.. I will sit out a hookup sometimes if a guy insists on one.

And then Chad shows up. Chad is big, horny Greek dude in his late thirties; his boyfriend is a hot Latino. They're not offically "open" but they fuck around on each other constantly. They frequent the baths, but never together. Chad missed the show last time. And he's damned sure not to miss it tonight. He enters the room and wordlessly unwraps the towel from his waist, showing up a thick, veined monster cock the size of a forearm. Coach grins. "Oh, baby, Fuck yeah." Chad is something of a legend round these parts for being too big to fit through the glory holes. Even the slut bottoms fear Chad's monstercock. Georgie tried to ride him once, but only got a couple of inches in before giving up. Chad usually has to settle for jacking off unless he can find a freshly fisted guy on muscle relaxants or horse tranqualizers who's been opened up enough to take him. The boy can't see what he's in for, but he can feel Chad's meat as Chad positions himself between his spread out thighs and slaps it across his buttocks to warm bot of them up for the fucking ahead. Nothing his master done could have prepared him for the twelve-and-a-half inches of hell about to invade his rectum. He shudders in fear. The boy moans and grunts as Chad squeezes his daikon radish of a cock into the boy's hole. Though it's been opened up by a half-dozen willing cocks, nothing has prepared him for the invasion it is feeling from a cock as thick as a strong man's wrist and long enough to tickle his tits from the inside. The puckered sides of his asshole strain to accept Chad's swollen head. "Steady, Kyle," Coach says, the only word of encouragement he has offered the boy all night. Chad doesn't fuck around, he slides that monster in until his pubes touch the boy's ass. Kyle grimaces in agony, he's crying out now, mostly incoherent, but the phrase, "please fuck no" escapes his mouth more than once. For once, coach, probably aware of how much agony it is for a slender young twink to take a monstercock like Chad's doesn't admonish him to be quiet. When Chad makes his first thrust, the boy whimpers. "Just relax," Chad tells him. "I'm going to fuck you 'til I cum no matter what. There's nothing you can do about it. And it'll go a lot easier if you just relax and take it." To make his point, his next thrust is harder and deeper, he's obviously pushed through the second sphincter. He thrusts again, and Kyle doesn't know whether he's in agony or ecstasy, such is the mix of sensations flooding his brain. Chad goes easy on him for the first five minutes, thrusting in slowly and pulling out slowly as Kyle's chute learns to accept the length and breadth of the monster squeezing inside him. But after that, Chad picks up the pace, pulling his dick farther out on the downstroke, and pressing it in harder on the upstroke. Sometimes, he tries to squirm free, or raise his arms as though to push Chad away, but Chad just pushes them back down. After a while, Kyle just succumbs to the fucking he is getting, as though he has gone through the pain and come out the other side. He's breathing really hard, gritting his teeth, biting his lip against the severe thrusts Chad is throwing into him, but he gives up trying to escape. The jism from the other men has become a foamy coating on Chad's head and shaft as he fucks the kid. Everything that was in the kid's bowels is being churned together into one frothy mass by the action of Chad's monstercock. Chad's rhythm gets even faster and his breath starts coming in abbreviated gasps as his huge cock grinds in and out of Kyle's tortured hole. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," he chants. "Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. Oh f-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" In mid-thrust, he shoots his load deep into Kyle's ravaged guts. His rhythm and motion diminish, his remaining thrusts grind his manload deep into the torn-up walls of the boy's rectum. 'Coach' himself has shot a load watching the onslaught on his boy's ass. His big meaty hand is coated with wads of slick white cum. "Oh, shit," coach says, catching his breath. "Whew." Chad slowly extracts his beast from inside as the boy whimpers softly. His cock makes a suction sound as he pulls his head from the boy's hole. Kyle's asshole is a wide gaping hole after the pounding it took from Chad; his eyes are wet and he's been crying. Underneath him, though, drops of white cum have spattered the floor. In the midst of his hard fucking, Kyle came, too. Chad picks up his towel from the floor and begins sponging off. "Fuck, that was great. Where do you find theses boys?" Chad asks. Coach looks at him like he is an idiot. "Within ten miles of this spot, there's a college, an army base, a rest area, and a prison for young offenders 18-21. It's like a gaddam hunting preserve." He winks. "You might say the Government sends me boys and I make men out of 'em." As he talks, he thrusts one of his rough, muscly hands into the crack between the boys ass cheeks and roughly works two then three fingers into has rectum, massaging in the loads the boy has taken earlier in the night and mixing his own with them. "Don't you dare make a sound," he orders Kyle. He scoops more cum from underneath the boy and shoves it in, mixing Kyle's cum in his ass with the cum of all the men who've fucked him. Chad wraps his towel around himself. "Every other month, me and some of the guys have a party. It's pretty exclusive, but if you're willing to bring some 'entertainment,' we'd love to have you. Interested?" Coach half-grinned. "I might be able to arrange something for ya."

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

I took David's cock into my mouth again and continued sucking him. Slowly working my way down the length of his shaft and then pulling back. It was an elaborate show. I enjoy being watched and that the man was living with us didn't seem to affect me much. Patrick and David talked while I continued working on David. "Bring us another brownie, man. Have one for yourself," David told Patrick. Patrick returned eating a brownie and handed one to David, and placed mine gingerly on David's bare thigh just inches from my face as he winked at me then moved behind me back to the doorway. I stopped sucking long enough to have a bit of the brownie before returning again to David's cock. God did I love sucking dick and the brownies made it all better. I hadn't thought that possible. "You wanna have a seat, bud?" David asked Patrick. "Yeah man, just admiring the view. It seems, 'though," Patrick said as he moving towards us, "...that you're leaking." With that explanation Patrick stooped behind me and ran his finger up my crack collecting some of David's cum that had leaded out of me. He sat down on the couch next to David and showed me the gob of cum stuck to his finger that just minutes ago had been in my ass. He smiled at David and then brushed the cum onto my brownie,noting "And you haven't finished your brownie." I stopped sucking David and devoured the brownie as they watched and laughed. "I think he needs another," Patrick said as he got up from the couch to go fetch me yet another brownie. I went down on David and looked to see him staring at me while I held him as far down my throat as I could. The smile on his face was pure ecstasy. He was enjoying the brownies and the performance as much as I was. Good. Patrick came back in with another brownie remarking "Just two more after this one." He walked behind me and inspected my ass for more cream. "No more. How can you eat this brownie without any cum topping?" "There is a lot more than that in there, let me tell you. Slide your finger in and pull some out," David told Patrick between fits of laughter. "Okay." With that Patrick slowly pushed his finger into my freshly fucked hole. I half moaned, half screamed from the invasion. I was listening to their conversation the whole time but somehow it didn't seem to be real. The finger was real though, probing in and out of my ass looking for cum to smear on my brownie and honestly I wanted it. I tried pushing some out but evidently it was buried too deep to let anymore loose. Patrick had two fingers in my hole now trying to get some cream. He was finger fucking me fast trying to get some cum that just wouldn't come. "You want some more cream on that brownie don't you?" he asked me. "Yes, please," I moaned, "I want more cum for my brownie." "What's a guy to do? I just can't get anymore out of your ass." Patrick inserted another finger. I started jerking David's dick, trying to get another load out of him to eat on my brownie. He placed his hands on mine, "Slow baby," David remarked, and then turning to Patrick, suggested "If none is coming out you'll have to put more in." "Gladly." Zip. Ten inches of Patrick slid into me. Damn he had meat and knew how to use it. He went straight into ramming it home his hands were on my hips and he was pulling nearly all the way out before slamming all that mean back into me. I had Davids cock in my mouth, Patrick's cock in my ass and a brownie sitting on the small of my back waiting for the fuck to be over so I could eat it. "I'm coming..." Patrick screamed as he slammed into me, burying himself like David did before cumming. As Patrick came in me Davids dick got rock hard and he got up off the couch and went to the computer. Patrick pulled his cock our of my hole covered in his cum. He wiped his fingers up my ass as he did before and deposited the leaking cum onto the brownie and took Patrick's place in front of me and placed the brownie on his abdomen so that the brownie was behind his still hard cock. David got up from the computer and fucked another load into my hole while I sucked Patrick's cock and ate that brownie. He was even more eager to fuck my hole with another man's load in it. He came quickly and then went to bed without saying a word, leaving me on the couch with a mouthful of Patrick. "If I'd have known you were into taking loads I would have been fucking you sooner," Patrick commented as I cleaned off his cock, deep throating it occasionally just because I could. "We usually only do with each other, " I replied as I got up and went to the computer David had left running. It was open to an ad on the internet advertising for a cum slut bottom taking any loads. Text for directions. And listed David's phone number, which was left on the desk beside the computer. David was posting an ad but didn't submit it. "Doesn't look like it." Patrick had come up behind me and slapped my ass taking a seat on the desk chair that was rolled to the side. "I don't know." Was all I could say. "He didn't post the ad." "But you could..." I could couldn't I. I looked down at Patrick sitting naked on the desk chair and glanced back over my shoulder to the bedroom where David was with the door wide open. I could see him lying on the bed passed out. Patrick got up and stood behind me with his hands on my hips. just stood there while he slowly pressed back into me. "We both know you want to. David knows you want to too." I leaned on the desk while Patrick worked his cock in and out of me again, slowly this time. Not quite so eager to cum as quickly. I opened my eyes and read the ad again and clicked post. I pulled off of Patrick's cock and went into the kitchen and unlocked the door. I went back into the living room and grabbed David's phone off the desk and led Patrick back to couch by the cock. I got on the couch leaning over the arm and waited for Patrick to fill me. ---------- I'm done with this story. If anyone else would like to add to it, feel free.

The other guys took it in turns to fuck me and load me with their own toxic cum, more of Tom's strain as he had made them all. All the while Tom was at my head encouraging me to take it like a man, kissing me, playing with my nipples to distract me from the pain when a new guy entered me the first time. Each time one reached the point of orgasm I felt that relief of warming balm being poured onto my internal wounds. I was calm now and accepting. I knew I would never be the same again and that my life had changed once Tom had entered me. When the five others had loaded me Tom moved to the end again and, without speaking, enter me again. This time our eyes were inseparable as he fucked me. Once again I was caught up in desire for him and suddenly the thought of him and his group pozzing me seemed so perfect and right. Tom was gentler this time and he played my nipples as he fucked me deep and sensuously. The other guys faded into the background. Minutes passed in sublime distraction as Tom's cock moved inside me in a wet mixture of my blood and the toxic cum of six men. I could feel my own orgasm building once more and Tom responded to this and his intensity built. My cock erupted with another big load and that was enough to send Tom over the edge - I felt his beautiful cock pulsing in me and I realised that this was what I had wanted since that first encounter in the pub toilet. Tom's pulsing subsided and he sank onto me and we kissed for a long time. He felched my overflowing hole and kissed me more with the mixed juices. Eventually Tom stood. He took something that looked like a sort of collar out of one of the drawers and fixed it around my neck snugly. 'This will allow me to keep an eye on you', he said. The other guys helped me dress and they all kissed me individually and tenderly. Then one of them drove me home while another rode my bike home for me. I fell into bed as I was, completely exhausted. The next few days I had swings of feeling completely panic-stricken that I had been fucked by toxic poz guys interspersed with feelings of emptiness and desire for Tom. Tom had insisted that I didn't go to the bike meet till he had seen me again, but said that might not be for some weeks, but I'd know when the time was right. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew it had something to do with the collar I was wearing. It had some sort of electronic device and there was a small green LED. I carried on with life as normally as I could, though sleep was hard. I wanted to see Tom and then I'd think what a fool I had been and I felt an idiot. Seventeen days after I'd seen Tom last I woke feeling particularly groggy. My throat was sore and I felt hot. My bed was wet from sweating in the night. When I passed a mirror I saw the greed LED on my collar was showing amber - 'what the fuck!' I thought. Throughout the day I deteriorated and began to realise I was probably embarking on seroconversion. That night was bad, major sweats and aching all over. I struggled to get any sleep at all, but eventually fell to sleep as the sun was rising. Shortly after, I woke to find I was not alone. Tom was standing over me. I was struggling to make any sense and he said 'Don't worry Greg, I'm taking you from here'. Three of the other guys were with Tom and together they got me out of the flat and into a van. I was barely conscious when they took me out the other side and I recognised the stableyard. They took me to a room off the barn and laid me on a bed. Tom removed my collar and I could see that the LED was now red - it had been radio-transmitting my body temperature and pulse rate to him. Tom told me he was a trained paramedic and he inserted a canula in my arm and attached a drip. I had a peculiar cold feeling followed by a deep warmth running through my veins as the flow started. Tom pushed my hair off my face and said 'Don't worry now Greg, I'm going to make you comfortable'. I drifted into a deep sleep, only knowing later that the drip contained saline to keep me hydrated and diamorphine to sedate me and help with the pain.. I drifted in and out of conscious thought, but every time I woke Tom was there and I could see his eyes. I had no idea of passing time until I suddenly awake in intense pain, not knowing what was happening to me. I was strapped to the bed and one of the guys, Chris, was working on me. He was tattooing my abdomen and then my cock in the exact design that the other group members had. Somehow I drifted off again until I was awoken by Chris's next attention to me: he had done the 10 bar piercings to make the ladder on the underside of my cock and he was piercing my glans to put in the ampallang. I had never felt pain like it even through the diamorphine. Unbelievably, my cock was hard as rock and this worried Chris as it was bleeding from the new piercings. Chris told me I would have to cum to lose the erection so the bleeding would stop. He gently massaged my cock and balls and then sweetly began to suck my cock. I was so aroused that I quickly flooded his mouth with my sperm. Tom had walked in as this was going on and he kissed Chris to received my cum in his mouth then he bent down to me and kissed me, sharing my load with me. 'That's your first toxic load', he said. 'And now you're a proper member of our group'. Over the next couple of days the amount of drug they were administering was reduced and I became more aware and was starting to fell less unwell. I was aware that Tom was sleeping with me at night, cradling me in his warm arms and I lay there feeling weak and helpless. The following morning I awoke to feel Tom's erect cock under my balls from behind. Unbeknown to me, he had removed the canula and drip in the night, judging that I no longer needed it. Tom kissed and nuzzled the back of my neck and I could feel the tension in his hot cock between my legs. He whispered 'Are you ready for me again?' and I replied simply 'I want you now'. Tom dived under the sheet and tenderly rimmed my hole, making it good and wet. He turned me onto my front and held me from behind as he slid the warmth of his cock inside me. No sharp piercing ends this time, just normal balls, but his cock entering me felt so completely right and I melted into his embrace. He fucked me in near silence, just our involuntary sounds escaping every so often. My hole clenched longingly against his thrusting cock and my whole being was willing him towards orgasm and that union achieved by receiving his essence inside me. He lit me hard on teh back of the neck, increasing my passion and desire. The tension built and built and he was clutching me tight under my arms and up my shoulders when his orgasm tore through his body and pierced my soul. I came spontaneously as he thrust into me. It was so good to feel him cumming in me again - it had been too long and I had missed his presence inside me so much. With his cock still hard inside me and his demon seed inside me once again he whispered tenderly 'you have experienced your first death now through your seroconversion. You have become mine and I love you. Your ultimate death will also be in my arms at a time of my choosing.' I was completely overwhelmed with feelings of intense love.

I staggered down the hallway, my legs shaking with every step, with the two frat boys supporting me from either side. I could feel the cum that had escaped from my ass during my most recent breeding running down my legs. I felt dirty and used and proud of it, I wasn’t quite sure how that was possible but I knew that I had done a good job for these men. I once again had the sensation of feeling completely fulfilled and the desperate need for more cock and cum. The boys led me into a room at the far end of the apartment. I stumbled through the red door and gasped, at the back of this seemingly normal apartment was a playroom. In the middle of the room hung a sling, a fuck-bench sat over on one side, two huge cabinets took up one whole wall. All over the black painted were hung picture of boys in a sling getting fucked, guessed from the video earlier that these were all boys who had been fucked in the very sling that now hung in front of me. “Welcome to my playroom boy,” Anthony announce stepping out from a door at the back of the room. He was sill naked but now had added a leather harness across his chest and a thick black cock ring to the base of his magnificent cock. “This is where you are going to spend the rest of your night finally becoming what you were always meant to be, a cumdump for any and all men who need one. So how about you hop up unto the sling and we’ll start your first video.” I walked as quickly as I could with the massive plug still wedged in my ass and my legs being as shaky as they were. I lifted myself into the sling and lay back. “Good boy, alright now you two go get ready for tonight. Max you’re gonna be the second bottom tonight.” A look of glee crossed Max’s face at this and the two made to leave through the door the Anthony had entered. “Tom, give him some of nature’s lube too for tonight.” “Yes Sir!” And with that the two of them were gone. “You enjoyed our resident frat boys then did you?” “Yeah. Tom’s cock is…” “Stretched your hole out good boy… Well he’s about to do the same to Max.” “Lucky.” “I found those two on line their freshman year, I fucked and bred them all of their first semester and then at Christmas Break I introduced them to each other and started using them to help break in new bottom boys like you. Tom is a far better top then he ever was bottom, so is Max really but with those fat round furry ass cheeks he was clearly meant to take cock too. Did they promise you a double penetration tonight boy?” “Yes!” “You sound excited, I did well picking you. You are never going to be the same after tonight boy, especially after taking their cocks together. I wouldn’t be surprised if you spend your breaks either here in my sling or in the back from of some bathhouse taking loads up your cunt.” Anthony came over to the sling with a hand held camera in his hand, he flicked it on and said, “We’ve got a new boy here today, until this afternoon he was a safe-sex-only bottom boy, but now he’s learned what he really is. Show us your hole boy.” Yesterday I would never have allowed someone to film me naked, but now with four loads sloshing around in my cunt held in by a fat plug covered in a slick stinking fuck sweat I lifted my legs up into the sling revealing my used up cum covered ass for the camera. “Good boy, alright boy tell the folks at home your name and what you are.” “My name is Mark and I’m a cumslut for raw cock.” “How many loads have you had up your cunt today?” “Four.” “How many do you want?” “As many as you can get me.” “Perfect. Ok now boy you stay there for a few minutes and I’m going to go check on who’s coming to your coming out party and then I’ll be back to give you one more load before they start showing up. Hang tight cunt.” Anthony left the room and I laid back in the sling, my legs still spread and my plugged hole exposed to the open door to the hallway. Staring at the ceiling I realized that there was a television mounted facing down, “strange,” I thought. As I lay there, despite my intense arousal I started to feel exhausted, and slowly drifted off to the sleep to the sounds of Max getting bred in the next room…

PART TWO The door opened and I heard foot steps coming down the hall. I panicked a little trying to pull away from Anthony’s pounding cock but he caught me with his strong hands and continued to fuck my hole as two men came into the room. I stared at them in horror of what they had found, but neither one of them seemed surprised to find Anthony with his cock buried in some strange guy in fact they looked pleased. “Don’t worry boy, they're here to help you learn your true place. Max and Tom live downstairs. They graduated two years ago and decided that some things,” he slammed into my ass particularly hard a few times, “in this town are just to good to leave, so they stayed.” I looked at the two men and realized that they weren’t that much older then me. In fact they looked like the frat boys I lusted over every day. One of them was about my height but was built like a football player, he had short blond hair sticking up under a baseball cap, as I watched he pulled his wife beater t-shirt over his head revealing pits bursting with dirty blond hair. The other was the perfect all American boy, about six foot with brown hair a strong jaw and swimmers body, he wore a black t-shirt and sweat pants which were beginning to reveal a sizable bulge. “How about you boys get naked and give this cumdumpster something to suck on while I give him the second load of his life.” A small part of my brain wondered why I was letting this happen, why I was pushing my ass back against this man I had met not three hours ago and had already blown a load in my, until then, 'condom-only' ass, but then I saw the blond boy (who I would later learn was Max) pull his jeans off revealing a pair of white briefs fit to bursting with a fact cock and stunning balls and I didn’t care any more. Tom was faster then Max and had already dropped his sweat pants before Max could pull off his underwear. Tom was like a mini version of Anthony, in fact he was probably what Anthony had looked like ten years prior, lithe and dark with thick patches of hair starting to grow together all of him. His cock was not as long as Anthony’s but it was certainly thicker. This all American boy was swinging not a bat but a can of Guinness, and all around the base and over his nice round balls was a thick dark bush. Max was much less hairy then the other two men, he had thick pit hair and incredibly hairy legs and ass, but other then that his torso was almost smooth. His nipples were a bright pink and his skin a pail white. His cock was probably eight inches long an nearly as thick as Anthony’s. Despite the sensible part of my brains warnings I knew as soon as I saw those two cocks that I needed them inside me and I knew I needed their loads in my cunt. Both men got down on their knees in front of me and pressed their cock to my lips. Obediently I opened my mouth and began trying to acuminate them both. Behind me Anthony had begun grunting and pounding like an animal and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Just as Tom began to force his cock deeper into my mouth Anthony grabbed my hips and slammed balls-deep into me. Once again I felt the astounding pulsations of his cock deep in my gut and then the rush of warmth as his cum filled-up my cunt. After a moment he pulled-out with a wet sloppy plop and staggered to his feet. Max wasted no time in sliding his cock into my gaping hole while Tom started to fuck my face. I gagged on the cock slamming against my tonsils while I bucked back on the cock ramming my ass. Although I couldn't see Anthony, I could hear him chuckling in the background. “Look at you now, being spit roasted by two former frat boys with two loads up your sweet cunt, when just this morning you had never been bred before. Are you having fun, boy?” “God yes,” I tried to answer around Tom’s insanely fat cock. All three of them laughed at the muffled sound and Tom redoubled his efforts and fucking my throat. Max’s cock had me writhing all over the place as he deep-dicked me, pulling almost all the way out before sliding it slowly back into my cum lubed hole again and again. But good as his cock felt I needed his load. “Tom, pull-out the boy’s mouth for a minute. I need him to be able to answer me.” Tom pulled-out of my mouth at Anthony’s bidding and moved behind me with Max. Anthony squatted down in front of me, his now half mast cock right in my face. Gently, he lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes. “You’re a good boy. Now, these two frat boys are gonna finish using you sweet new cunt pretty soon 'cause we don’t wanna wreck it too bad before your coming out party tonight. I’ve invited around fifteen guys to come over in an hour to breed your hole. There are no rules except that all loads must go in your cunt. Do you want those loads, boy? Do you want your load count to be at least eighteen tonight?” Max had changed from slowly sliding his cock back in each time to slamming his cock back up my cunt just as hard as he could. All that I could say between grunts of pleasure was “YES!” “Good boy, now Max, give the slut what he needs.” Max grunted savagely and started to jackhammer my hole. I could feel cum spewing from his dick inside of me, splashing against the walls of my cunt. No sooner was Max done then Tom was working his way inside me calling, “My turn.” Despite the vicious poundings I had received that day Tom’s beer can thick cock was still stretching my hole out even more. He pushed inside slowly but steadily, until the whole thing was inside and I could feel his pubes against my ass cheeks and his balls resting against mine. He held still for a moment before drawing back slowly and building up the pace of his fucking till he was like a jack rabbit who had just gotten out of jail. Max leaned in close and whispered to me, “Itn't Tom’s cock amazing?” “Fuck, yes.” “I love taking his cock.” “I can’t wait for his load!” “You’ll get it soon.” “God, I’ll be so loose then it’ll just drip out.” “You think you’re loose now? Just wait until we double-dick you." “You want my load, boy?” Tom said panting. “Please breed me! I need you load in my cunt!” “Yeah fucking pig.” Tom slammed balls deep again, stretching my hole just a little bit more to accommodate it’s base as shot after shot after shot of cum rocketed into my bowels. “Just wait pig, at the end of the night Max and I are going to make sure your cunt can handle whatever the world throws your way. “Put this in his ass,” Anthony came back into the room and handed Max a black butt plug, a really big black butt plug. Without hesitating, Tom pulled out of my ass and Max slammed the plug in to make up for the lack of cock inside of me. “Ok boy. You’ve got twenty minutes till your party guests get here. We’ll get you in the sing in a few minutes, but first I think there is something you should see.” He motioned to Max and Tom who helped me to shaky knees and led me down the hallway to another room…

I work at a gym. When I'm in the men's locker room, if a guy is using the urinal I wait and see if he flushes. Once this really good lookin guy used the urinal while I was in there and he didn't flush. The coast was clear so I stuck my head down in the urinal and drank his piss water. That was the first time. Every time I see that guy I want to say to him, "I drank your piss! Thanks!" Fortunately one of the HOTTEST guys in the gym rarely flushes after himself. Recently, I was in the locker room, he used the urinal, didn't flush, and the coast was clear. I couldn't keep my face out of that urinal. I drank every bit of water in it! Whenever I see him I think about his DNA being inside me! lol! I've done it other times, too. Practically anytime I see yellow in there, I dip into it. I tried to turn it off so it wouldn't flush but it won't turn off. Maybe I'll put an out-of-order sign on it!

my cum always goes either into their ass or down their throat, always make sure the guy is willing before I meet, otherwise I don't feel satisfied and feel that my cum is being wasted Although personally I hate the idea and taste of cum, sickens me to swallow any myself and as a top, I never get fucked or bred

My first post- I'm a non-vers Top and I have to fuck hard, jackhammer style, and for a long time just to get off. If that hurts the slut I'm fucking so be it. I have a big dick so generally I always hurt the guy somewhat, sometimes a lot, especially when I have him on his back and I'm penetrating his second sphincter. I love the moaning and squeeling I get when I really start pounding a guy's hole hard. I love knowing that my bottom is so totally focused on pleasing my cock and milking me for loads that he'll take any pain I inflict. Like rawTop I enjoy putting a bottom in painful positions, I like choking him (with or without my dick) and generally abusing him. I always enjoy knowing that I really fucked my bottom up and made his whole body mine, pain and the stuff it leaves behind on the bottom's body are a sure way of showing that that he belongs to my dick and is mine to seed and abuse.

As true 50/50 vers, yes to both. When I bottom the top does what he wants, if he wants it all nice and cosy so be it, but if he wants to rape the shit out of me and make sure I'm in pain for a week, it's all good :-) Trouble is I expect all bottoms to be the same. Most of the time causing at least some pain turns me on & I expect the bottom to take it. it's when he doesn't I start to get very pissed...

In general, I don't intentionally inflict pain on my bottoms. It doesn't specifically arouse me. That being said, if the guy I'm fucking is in pain because of the way I'm enjoying myself, I don't really give a shit. Once I've mounted that ass, it's mine until I choose to be done with it. My need to breed is a hell of a lot more important than whatever my victim feels.